Dear Diary. Well I guess that’s how you start out. Got this book cause I needed to sort out my thoughts and things. Wouldn’t have thought of it. Diaries are a girl thing. But maybe by writing here, can get myself together. All started about a month ago. Summer had ended and mom took me to get new clothes. Discovered I’d grown several inches. Started noticing girls about then, too. And then there was the new school and a new grade all at the same time. Most everyone had new clothes. Could always smell the jeans every year. Some of the girls were still wearing sundresses. And several of them shouldn’t have. Not that I minded. Caught myself looking down their dresses. Sort of hard to hide what I thought. The jeans were loose but not that loose. And man o man, that Lucy. When she walked, wow. She bounced coming and going.

But that’s not why I bought this. Was about that time that Aunt Trudi came to stay. Now she was a babe with blond hair and the most gorgeous body... . Guess I’d better write a little more about her.

Aunt Trudi was not really my actual aunt, I guess. Sure she was my Dad’s sister. Granddad had been married four times. Trudi was Granddad’s daughter from Grandmother #2. That’s not quite right. She was Grandmother #2’s daughter-in-law. Anyway she became orphaned; and, Dad, being the oldest of all the kids, felt responsible for 'em. I’d known Trudi almost all my life. She had returned from college for a while. Was going to work for a few months to get money enough to continue.

She’d been with us a week when the folks had to go out of town for a few days. That was when she walked in on me. I don’t know if it was an accident or not. But she walked in on me while I was changing my clothes. And she didn’t have much on either. Her hair was piled on top of her head like she was going to take a shower and maybe that was what she was really going to do.

Anyway, when I saw her, my eyes were drawn to her almost naked body. She smiled as I realized my shorts were pushing out.

"Well, you’ve come of age," was all she said. Then she took me to my bed, pulled the covers down, and climbed in. She almost yanked me in with her. And that’s something since I’m six foot and she was five six.

Unsure of myself, I touched the top of her breast. When she didn’t stop me, I began touching her body all over. She didn’t mind that at all. I kiss her nipple and suckled on it. That’s when I felt as if electricity was traveling throughout my body.

Then she did the strangest thing. She’d let me touch her all over - even her private parts. Told me that I should get use to them. But what she wanted most was for me to hold her neck. Like the rest of her, it was inviting enough - long and slim with the neck muscles standing out. She told me to move my hands on her neck while she tilted her head back. Again I felt funny and got even harder. I thought something was going to happen with my dick. It started to do some funny things. But Trudi told me not to worry and placed my hands around her neck again. I felt her guide me into her. But before I got there, I messed up. Didn’t do that before. She giggled a little but assured me it was all right.

After we got me cleaned up, we returned to her bed. I could still smell her perfume in the bed clothes. Again she pulled me on her this time guiding my hands directly about her neck. She told me that I’d "do all right this time" whatever that meant. She wanted me to feel her neck from top to bottom and again arched her head back.

Then she told me to squeeze her neck. I almost jumped out of bed then. She had to couch me back 'cause I didn’t know what she meant. Well I did climb back up into the saddle so to speak. And when I squeezed her neck, she started bucking herself. It was like she was scared but was having fun at the same time. At the time all I thought about was what a wonderful time I had.

Man, after that I was really tired. Trudi told me not to tell anyone - even my folks - and that later we’d do it again. We did all the ten days the folks were gone. Then she said we’d have to stop for a while. The next week, I started school. Trudi and I had done it a few times since - you know the sex with the choking and all. Then she left for school.

As I wrote before I was noticing girls at school. And some of them seemed to develop right before my eyes. But I was attracted to those with long, slim necks. Or to those with their hair arranged in such a way as to show off their necks.

It was Linda that started it again. She was beautiful with long red hair which she generally kept in a long pony tail tied with a ribbon. She was bending over in front of me when she looked up suddenly. She saw I was staring down her dress but that didn’t bother her. She sorta smiled like Trudi had. She stood up and ambled over to me. She was five ten and I could almost look her in the eyes. I felt a familiar stirring in my crouch. Then she whispered to meet her in the auditorium. Evidently she had done this to a couple of other fellows. But that made me no nevermind so I went there.

When I got there to the right of the stage, she grabbed my hand and guided me to the area below. I’d never been there before; but, she had 'cause there was a mattress in the corner. She pulled me to her. I reached into her blouse to touch those breasts I had only seen before. She stopped me and had me unzip her dress while she held up her pony tail. The smell of her and the redness of her neck enticed me. After she removed her dress and stood up, I encircled her neck gently and slid my fingers down until I could feel the hollow at the base of her throat. Then my fingers traveled to the tight cleavage of her breasts. I was eager, though to get back to the snow white neck that redheads generally have. But before that, I unhooked her bra. She removed that along with her panties. Then it was my turn. She kissed my chest as she removed my shirt. She startled me when she kissed my dick after removing my shorts.

Then it was down on the mattress. Just like with Trudi, I began touching her. She began to moan so I knew I was doing it right. As I mounted her, she tilted her head back; and, like I’d been taught, I began to choke her.

That’s when things changed. She didn’t like it when I choked her and started to fight. I released her neck but when she started to scream, I grabbed it again. If only she’d keep quiet, I thought. All that time I kept working and as passion overtook good sense, I looked down. Quickly I released her neck. But not quick enough. Her face was dark. Her tongue was longer than I thought any tongue could get. And her eyes were almost popping out of her head.

I knew I was in trouble. Quickly I dressed and dragged Linda’s body behind a trunk.

That was when Glenda showed up.

I’d seen her before. She was a year older but that didn’t matter now. She looked stunned.

"You’ve killed her. You’ve killed her!" was all she said at first. Then she looked at me. "And you’re going to kill me!

Well that wasn’t what I’d thought to do. As she turned to run, I leaped at her and tripped her. She was stunned for a moment. Just long enough for me to get on top of her. As I touched her, I felt her chest. Because she was still stunned, I was able to unbutton her blouse before she was aware. As I unhooked her bra, she started to scream. I grabbed her throat stopping any screams still born in her neck. She started clawing at my arms. Before she could really scratch, I put her hands under my knees. Before she could open her mouth again to scream, I squeezed her neck tightly. She turned her head back and forth screaming silently. Feeling her neck muscles move under my hands, I almost let her go. But the instinct for preservation forced my hands to tighten. She stopped shaking her head and looked at me. Her eyes seemed to scream all by themselves. I almost came in my pants then. Then her tongue stained with a small amount of blood came out of her mouth. And still I choked her.

Finally, I heard some dull snappings. I guess her neck broke then. At any rate, she stopped thrashing about. I got off her and pulled her body on top of Linda’s. I went out of the auditorium and left.

It wasn’t until the next day that they found the bodies. I don’t know what to do. Tuesday they question Jerry Blankenship. Later they put him in jail. Maybe they think its him. Don’t know. I’m not telling. He’s under twenty-one so probably nothing will happen to him.

That’s why I bought this diary. Had to put everything here. Had to tell somebody. Just had to. Helps to describe my feelings and all. Still want to feel girls’ necks. Got to be more careful or I’ll get caught. I’ve been to the local library reading up on serial killers and what to do to avoid getting caught.

Yesterday, Trudi came back. She looked at me hard.

She knows.

Well I’ve strangled before, I can do it again. She may be older but I’m bigger.

Besides! I like doing it!!

You can call me "Child".

Diary Part II