Note: Since several readers expressed concern for Wendy, who is now thirteen, I contacted her in the manner we had previously arranged. I asked her about her earlier sexual experiences - even before she started so blatantly teasing her older brother and his friend.

I recorded our conversation when she called me on my very private line.

MarilynX: Hello.

Wendy: Hi, Ms. Marilyn. It's me again - Wendy. I've been thinking about the questions you asked me, and I'll answer them as long as you promise you won't tell anybody my real name, or where I live, and as long as you won't try to get anyone into trouble.

MarilynX: I promise, Wendy. I won't try to get anyone into trouble and I won't reveal your identity. I am recording our conversation, Wendy, but your information is still safe. It's just that some of my readers seemed worried about your safety. I won't reveal anything about you, besides this conversation. If you need to share something that you don't want me to share, then just say, "this is off the record," OK? But I will always be honest with you, so that's why I told you I'm recording this.

Wendy: Yes. I've seen that 'off-the-record' stuff on police shows. So I'll tell you if I need to tell you something really private, or something that I didn't finish doing yet. We'll just talk about the past now. Well, then, like you kind of guessed, I did have some earlier experiences, but not with my big brother. When I was about eight, Mom was going with a man... and I'll call him Ed, but that's not his name. Anyway, Ed was pretty well off, and much older than Mom, and he liked spending time at our house. He used to come into the bathroom to talk with Mom and me while she was giving me a bath. I felt funny about it, but Mom said it was OK for Ed to see me, especially since he just bought us a car. We had an old, clunky car, so Ed bought Mom a new one - I mean brand new! It was nice, and it smelled good inside.

Ed was hanging around our house a lot. Sometimes he spent the night. Anyway, one time when Jim was gone - I think he was spending the night with his friend, Bob - well, they went to bed before me, and they left their bedroom door open. When I walked to the bathroom I looked in and saw Ed lying on top of Mommy. She was making noises, so I thought they were kind of wrestling around in the bed. I didn't have shoes on so they didn't hear me on the carpet, but Ed looked around and saw me. He winked at me! He told Mom that he thought he should close the bedroom door, so he got out of bed - all naked - and walked to the door. Mom couldn't see me, and I could only see her feet up to her knees, since her bed was like around a corner. But Ed was smiling and walked to me and his thing was wet and stiff, and kind of curved. The end of it was bigger than the rest of it and it was reddish. His whole thing was wet, and I guessed that maybe Ed and Mom were having sex and he was sticking that in her pussy. We kind of learned about it in school - like in third grade health class when the boys went to a different room.

He let me look at it and even turned sideways to the door as he started to close it. He put his finger to his lips like to say this was our secret, and then he closed the door.

The next day was Saturday and Ed stayed to clean up the breakfast dishes since Mom had to go to work at noon for half a day. Ed was a good cook, too, like lots better than Mom, and he had fixed pancakes which makes a mess. I helped him clean up the kitchen and then he said he was supposed to give me a bath before Jim got home.

It was funny because the phone rang as he was telling me that. It was Jim and he wondered if he could stay at Bob's house until it was time for dinner, and Ed said that would be fine.

Ed took me upstairs and asked me about what I had seen the night before. I was kind of showing off what I learned at school - not just health class, but by listening to the girls on the playground. I said, "I kind of figured that you and Mom were having sex and that was why she was making those noises and that was why your thing looked all wet and stiff.

Ed was just looking at me, so I said, "Sometimes she makes those noises when she is by herself, but then there is like a little buzzing sound, but last night you two were wrestling around in the bed. I saw your feet and legs moving around, and then you leaned back on your knees and saw me."

"Yes, you're a very smart little girl. And I need to know if you can keep secrets. Your Mom would be upset if she knew you saw me. She doesn't mind if I see you, and that's why she asked me to give you a bath this morning - to get you 'clean all over,' is what she said. So, Wendy, can you keep secrets?"

"Yes. I have secrets. And I know some things about sex. I play doctor with my friend Julie when she spends the night, or if I spend the night at her house."

"I want to hear about that, Wendy, but can you keep secrets, even from Julie?"

I said, "Sure I can, Ed. This will be our secret, too. And, um, Mom is glad you got us a car. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Little Wendy." He bent down and kissed me on the cheek, and patted my bottom, up under the big T-shirt I sleep in. "I've got to get something out of the car, but turn on the hot water, and go get dressed."

"But I'm going to take a bath."

He laughed and told me to go get dressed and that I should wait to start the water until he got back upstairs. He told me I was a cute and sexy little girl.

I got dressed in my school uniform, like he wanted, and was waiting in my room when he came back

"What kind of games, Ed?" I was looking at the camera he was holding.

"We'll do some "pretending' games." He said, "Like right now, after you tell your name and age to my camera, you pretend you just got home from school, and then turn on that music you listen to and then undress, and then lay across your bed on your back and rub yourself between your legs. Pretend you're showing your friend, Julie, how you rub yourself. Can you do that for me? Our secret. A pretending game."

"Gee, gosh. Are you sure you won't show Mom or anybody?"

MarilynX: How long abo was this, Wendy? And what happened between your Mom and Ed?

Wendy: I don't know what happened, but a few weeks or maybe a month later he kind of disappeared, but Mom kept the car. She didn't like people to talk about him. I think they had a fight about something.

Anyway, I undressed in front of Ed's camera and then I laid on my back and rubbed myself between my legs like he wanted. He was working the camera with one hand, and rubbing his own pants with his right hand. Then he gave me a bath and washed me real good, especially on my chest, fanny, and between my legs. He kept reminding me to never tell anybody... and well, I guess I'm telling you, but I didn't tell you his real name. But after he kept washing me for a while, he dried me off and took me in my bedroom and I laid on my bed and touched myself some more. Then he took his thing out and it was big and stiff and kind of curved, but it was dry this time.

He said I could feel it and play with it, so I did. He kept working the camera the whole time, but he promised never to show anybody and said he could get in trouble if anybody ever saw his little video, so I was glad of that. I kept rubbing it and like pulling it down and watching it spring back up. I laughed when it did that, and kept doing it. When I tickled his fuzzy balls, they got smaller - like real tight.

Then he rubbed it and let me watch his stuff squirt out onto the towel he had dried me off with. Then he took his shower and we went to the grocery store as if everything was just fine.

That afternoon, he took me upstairs again and took my pants and panties off and said that since I was so clean from the bath, that it would be clean enough for him to lick me there. I didn't want him to, but he kept saying it would feel good to me, so I let him. And it did feel good.

That same thing happened two weeks later on a Friday night when Jim stayed at Bob's house again. Well, Mommy and Ed closed their door before I came upstairs to bed so I didn't see him that night, but the next day, Mom had to go to work again, so Ed was babysitting me. Mom told be to let him give me a bath before I went out to play, and she told me not to go very far from our house. And then that was the last time, because he didn't come over anymore after that weekend. I still don't know what happened, and I could tell that Mom didn't want to talk about it.

MarilynX: Did you have any other experiences? I mean sexual experiences after Ed and before you teased your brother. And I want to repeat that you didn't do anything wrong - not with Ed, and not with your brother and his friend.

Wendy: Well, not with any boys or men. Just with my friend, Julie. Like we would play doctor and things like that. You know, fingering each other and practicing kissing, and playing dress up. And, um, well, I mean since I was eleven and had fun teasing Jim and Bob, I have worn a dress to the mall, and like tease strangers. I know I shouldn't but it's like I can't help it. Like I'll pick out a man sitting by himself and sit across from him if it looks like other people won't be watching, and I'll pretend I'm reading some of the little store newspapers, and let him look up my dress. Some men don't seem to notice, but some of them just stare at my panties, so I let them look, until I get so excited that I can hardly keep from touching myself, but I won't do that in the Mall. One man came over and asked if he could sit with me. He was smiling and looking at me funny, so I told him he could sit with me but I was leaving in a couple minutes. He was wearing a suit. Nice looking for an old man, I guess about thirty or so.

MarilynX: I want to know more about the things you did with Julie, and then I want to know what else you said to the man at the mall.

Wendy: Julie is my best friend, and we do our homework together and play games, and go to the pool, but whenever we sleep over, then we play doctor or practice kissing. Things like that.

MarilynX: And you finger each other. Front and back?

Wendy: Well, I was curious about it, and mentioned doing it in the back a few times but she didn't want to, so we only do it in the front - like the fingering things.

MarilynX: Do you lick or kiss each other between the legs?

Wendy: I wanted to try it, and I did kiss hers, but she got embarrassed and said she heard that only lesbians did that. We both agreed that we didn't want to be lesbians, so we didn't do it. Is she right? About the lesbian thing? Because I did want to see what it would be like to kiss her there. I did want to flick my tongue between her lips, like I heard some big girls talking about, so I could taste her, but I didn't get to.

MarilynX: No, that doesn't mean you're a lesbian! It's just normal experimentation that many kids do. And I bet if you did it to her for a little while she would love it and then she would want to try it on you. And it's something you can do at the same time you are fingering her. If you give her an orgasm that way, then she will certainly want to do it again. After that, she will be more open to your suggestions, even the rear fingering which I know you're curious about. And if you and Julie go out flirting with boys once in a while, then you will both know that you're not lesbians.

Now, tell me about the man who came to your table at the mall.

Wendy: Oh, you mean Ben. Yes, he came over to my table after I was letting him see my panties. He must have known I was doing it on purpose. I'm kind of small for my age, so he probably though I was even younger and not a teenager yet. He seemed surprised when I told him I just turned thirteen. So then he offered to get me a birthday present.

MarilynX: Go on. (she was hesitating)

Wendy: Well, I don't know what got in to me because I said, "Present? Like what kind of present?"

Then Ben said, "My name is Ben. What's your name?"

So I told him my name was Wendy and asked him if he was joking around or if he really did want to buy me a present.

He said, "Nice to meet you Wendy." And he held out his hand, so we shook hands. He said, "You're so cute and sexy for such a young teenager, that I want to buy you something extra sexy."

When he said that, I felt myself blushing. All I said was, "Gee."

Then he really surprised me. "Panties. That's it. I'll get you some very sexy panties since you seem to like showing your panties to people."

I blushed and my face felt hot. I was almost mad, but he said, "I could tell. You're such a pretty, young girl. Most girls like to tease a little bit. Let me guess - you've done this before, and I bet some fun things happened after you teased, didn't it?"

I said, "It was an accident. I didn't know you could see my panties."

He smiled at me. "Well, you are so cute. I'll buy you some very pretty and expensive panties if you answer one question for me."

"What's that?" I asked him.

"Has a man or a boy ever put a finger in you?"

I really blushed when he asked me that. I would have walked away but I couldn't move. I looked down at the table - at the ads I was pretending to read, and said, "Yes."

"And it felt very good, didn't it?"

"Yes." I couldn't even hear my own voice because I was talking so softly.

"I thought so." He was sitting across from me, and put his hand on my hand. Then he said, "But you can't do things with boys your own age because they talk too much, don't they?"

"Yes, I hear them talking about a couple of the girls."

"Well, I won't tell anyone. I'm over eighteen. In fact, I twice eighteen, so I have to be careful. But would you like me to get you some great panties, and then you could try them on for me. I promise not to try to put my finger in you unless you really want me to. What do you say? Could I at least buy you some pretty panties?"

MarilynX: So what did you say? She had stopped talking again.

Wendy: I said "Yes, you could buy me some, and I will let you look, but that's all." And then I wondered where we could go where it would be private.

He asked me where I lived, and he must have noticed I didn't want to tell him my address, so he said, "Just what neighborhood? Near what main streets?"

So then I told him the big street that was close to my house.

He asked me if I got to the mall by bus and I told him I did, and that I use the bus all the time.

Then he told me how to get to his house. He said, "You know I can't hurt you. Here is my business card, and I'm writing my home address and phone number on the back. Leave a message on the desk in your room where you are going and who you are meeting, so then I wouldn't dare hurt you because your parents would know where you went. So this way you are perfectly safe. Let's go pick out some panties for you and then you wait back here while I buy them. You can come to my house to show me after school on Thursday. I'll be off work, and nobody else lives with me. Just ring the bell and I'll let you in. You can stay for five minutes or an hour. It's up to you. And I promise not to try to finger you unless you want me to."

Then he stood up and told me how to pick out the panties at the store. He said, "I can't be right with you because too many people would be wondering what we are doing. You lay the panties on top of the stack and I'll come by after you leave and then I'll buy them and meet you back here, and give you the package.

It was so exciting, Ms. Marilyn. I felt like we were in a spy movie. He was about ten feet away in this expensive store with really pretty and silky and sexy underwear, and I laid a pair on top of one pile and then also from the next bin of panties. Then I came back to my spot in the mall food court. I felt really nervous and was about ready to leave, like to run away, when he came back to our table and sat down. He scooted a little plastic bag in front of me. "Here. Two more questions for you. Did it feel good when the man or boy fingered you? And have more than one men or boys done that? Don't tell me any names, just say yes or no to both questions."

I said, "Yes, and yes. A man and boys. More than one."

"And it felt good?"

"Yes." I said. "Very good. Every time." and then I looked at him. "Thank you for the panties. I'll probably come to visit you on Thursday, like you said." Then I remembered that I would be coming from school. "Umm, I'll be coming from school. Should I wear them all day at school before I come to your house? And which pair should I wear the first time?"

He said, "You decide. You can wear the other pair on your next visit. And look at my finger before you leave. Hold it." He was holding out his finger.

I looked at it. Then I held it in my hand. A giant tingle made me move in my seat.

He smiled and stood up. "I'll see you Thursday, Wendy. Thanks for showing me your panties. You're a very cute, sexy young girl."

So Marilyn, tomorrow is Thursday, and I'm kind of scared. Maybe I shouldn't go, but I can't stop thinking about it. The panties are so sexy. They were real expensive. I'm not sure what to do. We should do that record thing now.

MarilynX: You mean, 'off-the-record,' so I won't put it in my column?

Wendy: Yes, that's it, because I know it would be bad to go visit him, but then he was so nice to me. And like the panties are so pretty.

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MarilynX - to readers. The rest of our conversation is off the record - to protect both parties. I would like your suggestions for Wendy for the next time this happens, or if this situation develops for other girls - of any age. Please share your thoughts. And I'll let you know soon what Wendy decided and what - if anything - happened.

~ Love, MarilynX.