Where it happened: Baton Rouge
Debra moved in next door to us when I we were both 12. We had known each other for years and had always been friends. Our hormones were going nuts, so we took advantage of our friendship by exploring everything together. She was really hot; she had the body of a 20 year old when she was 12, beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, full red lips–she was mature for her age. I was good looking, but was about 5′ tall with a 4.5″ penis, but hey I thought I had it going on. Together, we drank some booze, smoked cigs, learned to cuss really well; then we took it even further by ‘practicing’ kissing and petting together. We’d spend hours at it, but we never did go thru with the dirty deed by fucking–everything else, but that. Finally, I invited Debra to go with me to Baton Rouge for a week with my family. My mom was pretty lax and let us hit the booze and cigs, as long as we didn’t get caught by any of her friends. We had a blast, and finally one night at a crawfish boil we got pretty toasted. We slipped away and started making out, and I got my fingers in her pussy which she loved. It was time for us to go back to the hotel, and my mother and her friends were going out. Debra told me if I could keep her hot until we got back to the room, we’d fuck. So the whole time mom and her boyfriend are in the front seat, I’m in the back fingering Debra. I managed to keep her going, so when everyone left and we were alone, the games began. We started making out and taking off our clothes. Everything was cool, and then when I pulled out the rubber she got pissed and accused me of setting this whole thing up (well, yeah, but I was prepared). I finally got her calmed down, so to speak, without extinguishing her passion. The big moment came, and I entered her wet, hot pussy. While I enjoyed it, I just kept thinking over and over, “this is it, I’m finally doing it, this is it.” We fucked and fucked, but I was so nervous I couldn’t even cum. Plus, she kept worrying the condom was going to bust and had me check it quite often. Yeah, yeah, I was glad to lose my virginity, but, man, at 13 you don’t know what the hell you’re doing.