It all started innocently enough with a dare from her friend to show them my dick. I dropped my pants and flashed them for a few seconds, and we just moved on with the game. A few days later, while playing video games in the basement, she asked to see it again. That simple curiosity escalated quickly as I started teasing her, stroking myself in front of her whenever I got the chance. Eventually, she worked up the courage to touch it, stroking me until I came for the first time.

After weeks of hand play in the basement, things went a step further during a family gathering. While messing around with a wheelchair doing wheelies, she whispered a bet in my ear: if I could hold a wheelie for a certain amount of time, she would blow me. Fueled by motivation, I pulled it off. Later that night back home, she held up her end of the bargain. What started as just the tip soon turned into a regular routine whenever we had a chance.

For about a month, nearly every time we were alone, she was either jerking me off or blowing me—she even claimed she wanted to get better at it to impress her new boyfriend. After nearly getting caught a few times, we mutually decided to put an end to it.

This was almost 25 years ago, and looking back now that we are both married with kids, I still think about it. I never did anything for her, and while I doubt anything will ever happen again, I often wonder if she looks back on those basement days and gets just as aroused by the memory.