My earliest memories go back to when I was 4 or maybe 5 years old. Nimki di was a few months older than me. We were very close family friends, and family visits and sleepovers were an annual ritual.

On such occasions, Nimki di and I would invariably sleep in the same bed, and that’s when it all began. When it was clear that our parents had slept, Nimki di’s hand would slowly make its way under my cover and inside my shorts. Her soft touch on my kiddy cock was such a sweet feeling, for which I had no words.

Nimki di would grab my hand and shove it inside her panties. I was a drufus and didn’t know what to do except care for her between the legs. Then she would take one finger and rub it between the crack of her pussy lips.

I was getting the picture that this is what was expected of me. Truth be told, even caressing her pussy also gave me immense pleasure. Somewhere at the back of my mind, we both knew this was forbidden. That’s what made it even more awesome.

Then we grew up, and our families drifted apart. Nimki di’s dad moved to another city, but we were always in touch. Then came the summer of 1985. I was back home on a month-long summer vacation. It so happened that aunty called.

When she knew that I was home, she told my mom to send me to their place for a week. Soon, I was on my way to their place. I’ll be honest, when I was on the bus, my thoughts always went back to those childhood days.