It was a hot day in July, the fourth of July, and Elsie sat on the steps of the court house eating an ice cream cone. Mom had told her to stay right there and she'd be back in a few minutes. Elsie was wearing her favorite straw hat which showed off her blond hair and with her blue eyes she epitomized her Nordic heritage. There was a crowd down in front of her and lots of other people sitting near her on the steps.
She was wearing a flowered pink cotton dress, and it felt so much cooler than jeans, or even shorts, that many other girls her age preferred. She sat there patiently licking her ice cream cone – strawberry, her favorite, while she waited for the parade.
Where was Mom? She wondered. She was so tired of being treated like a prisoner, "for your own good." Mom said. She never went anywhere without Mom or another adult, and knew only the kids who were home-schooled with her: five other girls and a couple of younger boys.
She was eighteen now, no longer a child, so why did Mom treat her like one? Here she was, stuck with seven kids, all younger than herself, never meeting any kids her age. Even the other girls at school, the oldest, Vanessa was two years younger than her.
She realized that Mom had had problems with men, probably starting when she was about Elsie's age, but she wouldn't make the mistakes Mom had made, she saw what could happen if she did.
There was church, of course, and she smiled at boys there, but never met any. Boys fascinated her, but the two in her school were little idiots, not big and handsome like some others she saw.
She loved the farm, and knew all the animals by name. She rode horseback nearly every day, but she hated to admit she loved the pigs the best. They were filthy, but seemed so intelligent, grunting to her when she brought them special treats.
At last the parade was coming and people pushed down to the front to get a better view. She'd almost finished her cone and it was getting sticky, when she glanced down at the crowd and noticed a tall man of about forty looking up at her. He smiled at her and she smiled back. How wicked she thought, mother would have been shocked. Then his eyes glanced down. She realized he was looking up her dress.
She didn't know what to do at first, but didn't move her legs. His glance excited her, and her heart started to beat faster. He was still looking at her crotch, then his eyes came up and met hers again and he smiled again. Without realizing it she smiled back, then she remembered wasn't wearing any panties. Sometimes in warm weather like this she didn't wear any because it felt so much cooler going without. Of course, Mom never knew about that or she'd have been shocked and punished her, maybe even locking her in the closet.
Her heart was pounding at the wickedness of what she was doing, but didn't close her legs, maybe even opened them a bit wider. She wanted the man to come up and sit beside her, to touch her, to......She didn't dare think about what else she wanted. She was feeling dizzy and closed her eyes.
When she looked back he'd gone, disappearing into the crowd, and she realized there was a nasty young man about her age, looking up at her with a big grin on his face. She snapped her legs together and turned away, realizing as she did that the ice-cream had dripped on to her dress.
Elsie thought about sex a lot, sex with a man like that, tall, strong, good-looking. She knew all about sex from watching the animals on the farm, and watching horses mating particularly excited her.
She wondered if a man's penis looked anything like a horse's, but realized that it couldn't possibly be that big. When she masturbated as she lay in bed at night, she'd put her finger into her vagina, and it was quite tight and even though she realized a man's penis would be bigger than her finger, it couldn't be much bigger.
