Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2021 21:34:52 +0000 (UTC) From: malibug4 Subject: Julie - Mr. Napoli - 1 - Meeting ------------------------------------------ Please consider donating to keep it alive by donating here: https://donate.nifty.org/ ------------------------------------------ This is the first of a series of stories about Mr. Napoli, my first boy friend and my first for about everything involving sex. I was growing up in central NJ, Hamilton Sq, 1984, my last year of middle school. I had been cross dressing since i was 8 or 9, found out, and finally accepted by my Mom and her Dad. I was living a dream of being a girl and beginning to explore my sexuality and wanting to do even more when it all seemed to end, my Daddy (grandfather) was retiring to Florida and I was devastated, but he promised to introduce me to Mr. Napoli. This is where the story starts. I was not a victim and Mr. Napoli was not an aggressor, I was certainly wanting to become a sexually enlightened young girl exploring her sexuality. I wanted to be a vessel for men's exploration. I had my first sexual encounters, with an older boy, my Mom and pop-pop, mostly heavy petting, kissing and oral sex, the "Bill Clinton level"; not full intercourse, but all the other stuff. I was desperate for more, the timing was right too meet Mr. Napoli. My Pop-pop knew Mr. Napoli from the Knights of Columbus. Mr. Napoli was a real estate agent and needed help, doing odd jobs, preparing houses and help showing houses. My Mom and I drove to his house, I was surprised he was only a few blocks away, but in a very large home, on a double lot, with a privacy fence. I was nervous. Walking up to the house we rung the door bell and were greeted by Mr. Napoli. I was very shy and tried not to stare at him, was I meeting an employer, a suitor or my girl fantasies of a lover? After a quick introduction and a hug that seemed too last longer than "hello", we sat in kitchen. I was in 8th grade, thin, fem looking, my mind kept wandering while my Mom and him talked. Mr Napoli looked at me and talked too me about school, and what subjects I liked. He was a natural at putting someone at ease and I felt he was genuinely interested in me. He was now sitting next too me. His hands were lingering under the table and as he placed his hand on my leg, I felt a tingle of excitement run up my body, I'm sure it did not go unnoticed by the smile on his face. He asked me if I'd like to work for him., and I almost too quickly answered, as I had completely forgotten about my Mom, I looked over at her and she nodded, I carefully answered, "YES, Mr. Napoli". And so I had my first job. I'm sure you were expecting something more sexual for a first meeting (and too be honest so did I at that time). That is how I met Mr. Napoli. I began working for him just like any other kid doing neighborhood work. I cut his grass, swept the area around the pool and other odd jobs. Slowly our relationship began too develop.