The first time I had sex was when I was twelve - with an adult man. Some people say I was molested. I don't think so. Let me know in the comments at the end of my story.
 - Skyler

I first met my 'molester' the day before my twelfth birthday. I knew him before, but all I knew was his name and that he lived almost next door.

I was going to have a party on Friday, the day after my birthday, and my mom had asked the neighbor guy to take pictures of the party. So after school on Wednesday, when I got home, mom and the neighbor guy, Ted, were in the kitchen talking.

"Hi, hon. Ted is here to take a few pictures of you today and see what settings to use on his new digital electronic camera before the party. It doesn't use film, can you believe that?"

"Oh, okay."

"Hi, Skyler," Ted said, smiling at me and waving, holding his big camera in the other hand. "I'd like to just get a few pictures out on the patio where the party will be, so I know what to set this thing at to get the best results so I don't have to experiment with the real pictures during the party."

"Oh, okay."

I put my pack down and started toward the patio doors.

"Can you change your clothes? Something more colorful? I want to make sure I have the color saturation right."

"Okay."

So I went to my room and changed into my blue shorts with the white piping and a red t-shirt. I put on white tube socks that went almost to my knees and my play shoes which were blue and gray Kenny's. When I got back to the patio, he smiled, said, "Perfect," and snapped a picture.

Mom said, "No, not with his hair all messed. Let me take care of that first."

"They're just so I can get the camera dialed in. No one will see them," Ted told her.

"I don't care," she said, and began straightening my hair despite my heavy sigh.

Once she had it straightened to her liking, she said to go ahead. He took a couple of pictures, then had me run around the back yard, sit at the picnic table, and stand in front of the house in the sun and in the shade. After a few minutes he said he was sure he got the settings right and thanked me and Mom and left.

We had dinner, then, since it was Wednesday, and the day before my actual birthday, Mom was going to go shopping, as usual. I knew she was probably going to get my presents. I'd searched the house from top to bottom and not found them, so I knew she hadn't gotten them yet.

"I'm going to do the shopping. Be back by seven or eight, as usual. No snooping around for your presents. You won't find them anyway."

"Okay."

"And no friends over."

"Okay."

She left, and not five minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Ted.

"Hi, Sky. Wondered if I could get this camera set up too. It's brand new and I've never used it before."

"Okay."

I shrugged and we went out to the patio. He had me do the same things and took pictures. He had me climb the tree and sit on the low branch different ways and lay across it different ways and such.

"Can you hang from it by your legs?"

"Sure."

"Swing back and forth... Now pull yourself up... sit facing the other way with your back toward me... scoot forward... scoot back..."

On and on. It got pretty boring.

"Okay. This one's not so good outside. How about we try inside."

We went in and I sat at the kitchen table and in the living room.

"Where do you do your homework?"

"My room."

"Let's try a few with you doing your homework."

"Okay."

So I sat in my room at my desk and pretended to do homework as he walked around and took pictures. He set the camera down and used his phone to call someone about taking pictures of them on Saturday. When he hung up, he said, "Got enough pictures. Thanks, Sky. Sorry you got your clothes so dirty. Better change before I get you in trouble. Thanks again."

"Okay. Bye."

Being in the tree had got my shorts and shirt dirty, for sure. So I changed out of them and into old jeans and a t-shirt. Then when I was sitting at the desk I saw he had left his camera. I picked it up and checked it out. It was a really big, nice digital one. They were really new and expensive then, and I knew it probably cost as much as Mom spent on the used car she got a few months ago. It wassooheavy, and had so many buttons and little numbers next to dials. It was complicated and hard to figure out. The screen on it only showed what was in front of it, but I knew there was a way to see the pictures it had taken, since he'd shown us the ones he'd took with the other one, but I never got it to. It only paused for a second every few seconds, then started showing what was in front if it again for a few more seconds. I put it down in the living room in case he came over to get it. He had to sooner or later. And he did after half an hour. bit.

The doorbell rang and it was him.

"Sorry to bug ya, but I forgot my camera. Duh."

"I know," I said, and laughed with him.

I got it off the table and handed it to him.

"It's really expensive, huh?" I asked.

"Very."

"Looks hard to work."

"Very," he said, and laughed. "But I can show you how, if you want."

"Sure."

He kind of went through the buttons and dials, explaining them as I held it. He told me to take a picture of the tree in back and knelt behind me and held it with me by putting his arms around me and we took a few pictures. It acted just like it had in my room. When I pushed the button, the screen froze for a few seconds, then showed what was in front of it again. Only I hadn't been pushing the button in my room, I was sure. But now I wasn't so sure. I was worried he would see that I had taken pictures somehow and knew I had messed with it.

"Can you see what pictures it's taken so far?"

"Sure."

He messed with it and then showed me the first few pictures we'd done on the patio and in the tree. He started to pull the camera away.

"Can I see them all?"

I figured I had to know if I left evidence that I'd messed with it. He would see sooner or later, but if he did right now, I could explain without my mom being involved.

"Well, okay. Just remember, they aren't meant to be professional, we were just messing around."

"Okay."

He pushed the buttons next to the screen and the pictures changed, one after another. He wasn't a real good photographer after all. He mostly got my legs and butt, and my lap and belly when I was hanging upside down. But he did get a lot of my face, so he wasn't too bad. But like he said, we were just messing around and they weren't professional ones.

A lot of the ones when I was in the tree were embarrassing. The camera looked right up the legs of my shorts and you could see my underwear, and sometimes, well, my underwear was pretty loose.

"Don't worry, I'll erase 'em."

"Okay."

He got to the last picture he had taken, and it seemed like I hadn't taken any after all. He messed with the camera and said, "Okay, all gone."

"Cool. Thanks."

"No problem. Nothing to be embarrassed about anyway. Hell, if I was that big when I was your age, I'd have shown it off."

"No you wouldn't."

"Sure would have. The girls would have been all over me. Like they are on you."

"They aren't."

"Not yet, maybe. But they will be. You're going to be a real lady-killer, Sky."

"Sure, whatever."

I was as good as twelve, so I knew what I looked like. I knew I was better looking than some of my friends, maybe most. And some girls had been pretty nice to me lately. But it was really embarrassing the way he was talking to me about girls. Especially about, well, what the camera saw in the tree pictures.

"If the girls saw those pictures, they'd be all over you, you know."

"If girls saw those pictures, they would probably laugh at me."

"Oh, hell no! They'd giggle at school, I'm sure. But that would be because they were embarrassed and turned on."

"Really?"

"Yeah. If they saw those, you'd be so popular."

"But how would they ever see the pictures?"

"Come over to my place, I'll show you something."

We went to his house through the alley and he had tons of photographic stuff. Even one room that was a studio with scenes on screens that rolled down from the ceiling, and things to put in front so it looked like they were really where the screen showed. Lights and props and chairs and all kinds of cameras. He picked up a little box that was just a small screen with a couple of buttons and it had tons of pictures in it.

"You can take this to school and show off some pictures you take. And we'll slip a couple of pictures in that sort of, ummm... show you off. Like the ones in the tree I took. Like accidental like."

"Everyone would see, though."

"No, you just let them go through the pictures while you go talk to a friend or something. Let the girls find them on their own. Then go back for the screen and act like you don't know anything."

"You think that'd work?"

"Ummm, it has before."

"Huh?"

"It's worked for other guys."

"You've done this before?"

"Sure. A few times. The girls get all curious and want to see for themselves, and almost fight to go out with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"So, wanna give it a shot?"

I wasn't sure. I mean, showing my stuff in pictures was so embarrassing. But if I pretended I didn't know... and if it got the girls interested...

I wasn't sure that I wanted the girls all that interested. I knew I was supposed to. Or soon, anyway.

"You can always tell the girls you're going with someone already, if you don't like the ones that ask you out."

He kept telling me ways to explain how I hadn't looked close at all the pictures, and how to explain I'd used a timer, and other things. I figured I'd give it a shot.

"Okay."

"Okay. So, let's go back to your place so it looks like you did them yourself."

When we got back to my house, we went to my room. He had me put on the short blue shorts again, and no shirt, while he looked the other way.

He had me sit this way and that way, and move my legs in certain ways, and sit in certain ways, and it was really embarrassing.

"Tell you what, take off your undershorts and we'll see how that looks. Probably see it better."

"Geeze. I don't know."

"If you don't like the pictures, we'll erase them."

"Well..."

"Don't worry. If anything too much shows, no one will ever see them. Only the ones you think show enough to get the girls interested and curious and dying to see more. And once we take the pictures, you can always change your mind and we can just erase them."

"Well, okay. But no pictures while I'm naked."

"Sure. Let me change a couple of things before I forget."

He put the camera down after messing with some buttons, then turned to face the window. I slipped my shorts off, then my underwear, then put the blue shorts back on.

"Okay."

He turned around, picked up the camera, messed with some buttons, then we took more embarrassing pictures. I swear, sometimes it was just hanging out! It seemed to, anyway. But he said it wasn't, and he would let me see when we were done. I moved around, posed in different ways, all with him down in front of me, low, the camera looking up the legs of my shorts.

"You know, Sky, you don't need to or anything, but there's ways to make it look even bigger."

"There is?"

Nothing wrong with it looking even bigger, is there?

"Sure. The girls will certainly go crazy. Trust me."

"They will?"

"Sure. You're pretty big already, but if you make it a little hard, it'll be even bigger."

"How?"

"Well, depends. But it's embarrassing."

"How embarrassing?"

"I'll have to touch it."

That was sure embarrassing! Some guy touching it? But if it looked bigger in the pictures...

"I'll sort of tickle it to make it bigger. You okay with that?"

"How much bigger?"

"Depends. Some guys get a little bigger, some guys get a lot bigger."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a photographer. I've done it before."

"Really?'

"Yup. No big deal. It don't mean anything. And it'll get bigger and the girls will be really curious and really want to make out with you."

Make out with me? Ewww.

"So when you're ready for the girls' attention, you'll have no trouble getting it. If you're not ready yet. You'll be really popular with the girls before your friends."

"Okay."

He fiddled with the camera again, then set it down. Then he walked up in front of me and knelt between my legs. He slid his hand up the leg of my shorts and ...