The first time I remember it happening was when I was about 7 years old. During the summer, I'd spend a lot of time over my grandparents house. One night, after dinner, my grandparents and I were in the tv room watching movies. I was sitting between them on the couch at first, but then grandma fell asleep. That was when my grandpa looked at me and said, "Hey baby doll, why don't you come sit on my lap?" I thought nothing of it, really. I always sat in his lap. And this time wouldn't be any different. Or so I thought. But a few minutes after sitting there, he started rubbing my stomach, which I didn't pay any attention at first. Then he started kissing my cheek and neck, and when I laughed and told him it tickled he said, "Want me to tickle you somewhere else?" And I, believing that he meant under my arms or my sides like usual, said yes. I didn't mind having a tickle fight with my grandpa, after all. But instead, he lifted up my nightgown and "tickled" me through my panties. It didn't "tickle" at all. It just felt weird. He kept doing that and went back to kissing my neck. Then he asked me if it felt good. And since I was confused, and since it kinda of did, I just nodded my head and didn't say anything. I don't remember how we ended up in my grandparents bedroom. I think I might've fallen asleep while my grandpa was "tickling" me. But I woke up, lying on the bed with my nightgown raised up to my neck. I felt something wet and fuzzy on his chest, and soon after my still half-asleep mind fully woke up, I realized that the fuzzy thing was his mustache and the wet thing was his tongue. He was licking all over my chest, and when he licked my nipples, I kind of made this weird squeaking sound. He stopped, thinking that I was awake and for some reason, I pretended to be asleep still. I think, because I didn't know how wrong this was, and because it felt good, I didn't want him to stop. It felt like forever until he started licking my chest again, and soon after, he started sucking on my nipples. I pat myself on the back for being quiet throughout this entire process. But I almost giggled at the tickling sensation of him kissing down my stomach and licking around and inside of my belly button. Then what happened next made me realize something that I hadn't before. He had at some point taken off my panties. I realized this, because he spread my legs slowly (he didn't want to "wake me up") and then started to kiss and lick me. That was when the feeling of discomfort blended with feelings of pleasure. My mom had always told me that no one besides herself, me or a doctor should ever touch me down there, and even then, that was only allowed when it was bath time or to make sure that everything was okay medically. She never said anything about my chest. So I had been fine with that. But this...this was when I really wanted to make him see that I was awake so that he would stop. So I kind of wiggled and made noises like I was "waking up" and my grandfather immediately stopped what he was doing. He just pulled my nightgown down, kissed my forehead and then layed down beside me. I stayed up for a long time, even after I was sure that he was asleep. Then finally I just got up, went back downstairs, and fell asleep with my grandmother on the couch. The next morning, she asked me where my panties were. And before I could even say anything, my grandfather, while coming downstairs said, "She said they were itching her and so I told her she could take them off. I think baby doll's getting a rash." I felt so embarrassed, and confused and mad. Embarrassed and confused for obvious reasons. And mad because he lied. For the rest of my stay at my grandparents house, I sticked to my grandmother like glue. I think my grandfather was smart enough to know not to try anything else during this time. But that sure as hell didn't stop him in the future. Fortunately, he never took my virginity away from me. I thank god for that constantly. The touching stopped when I was 11. But only because that was when my parents and I moved from Michigan to Georgia. I was happy to get away from the touching. But I still couldn't help but miss my grandparents. When he wasn't being a pervert, my grandpa was actually my best friend. I guess that's why I never told on him. Because, as uncomfortable as he made me feel, I still loved him. I'm 18 now, and I surprisingly haven't had any mental or emotional breakdowns. But sometimes I stay in the shower for hours longer than I need to, just so I can feel "clean" again.