Where it happened: Church basement
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
My uncle got married last week, and the woman he married brought along a whole bunch of her nieces and goddaughters to be her bridesmaids. I was the oldest by a couple years, but my cousins and I (the ushers) mixed pretty nicely with the girls.
One of the girls was named Alison, and she was really hot. Although she was only 13, she had a nice body, long blonde hair, and an effusive presonality. She tried to set all the guys up with the girls. Over the course of the weekend in which the wedding was held, I noticed that she never tried to set me up. I always figured that when the dance came, after the ceremony, I’d make my own way (there were 4 more girls than guys).
The ceremony passed without incident, and we went to lunch at this fancy restaurant, at which the bride performed the ritual of taoosing a bouquet of flowers into the crowd (It may not be a bouquet of flowers traditionally, but we used one). The tradition states that whoever catches the bouquet will marry next. Alison caught the bouquet, making a nice diving grab over the shoulder of the bride’s sister, much to the amusement of all the kids. She wouldn’t say who she was going to marry, however.
At the dance, however, none of the girls wanted to dance with me. I grew increasingly annoyed and spend less and less time dancing as the night went on. I took to hanging out by the beer keg, talking to my cousin Greg who was giving out beer.
After a while, he gave the job over to me and went off to dance. Soon, up came Alison, wearing black slacks and a red tank-top, and a few of her friends, asking me to pour them some. After some hemming and hawing, I did. Greg came back soon after and I resumed moping.
A few minutes later, Alison came up to me and told me she wanted to show me something. Despite the events (or non-events) of the evening, I was interested, and so I followed her. She led me backstage of the dance hall, into the area where the curtain machinery hung (the hall doubled as a theater). There, she leaned me against the wall and told me to close my eyes. I cheated, and only squinted. What I saw was her unzip her pants and step out of them. Perhaps I swhouldn’t have been surprised that she was wearing black lace panties.
She leaned up to whisper in my ear, pressing her breasts against me. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest, even through her bra. She began breathing more heavily as she told me that she hadn’t set me up with anyone and had told all her friends to stay away from me, just so she could get me alone. She told me that she really wanted me and that I was the one she’d caught the bouquet for. Then she took off her tank-top and asked me to undo her bra, which I did.
By now, I wasn’t mad, but scared. There was music for the dance stored there. Maybe the dj would come in. But I played along.
Alison whispered to me, “Let me suck your dick.”
I didn’t reply, but unzipped my jeans and pulled down my boxers, revealing an 8″ ramrod. She took it in her mouth and licked, rolled, and kissed it. She was only 13, but man, she had some natural talent. She was also drunk, albeit slightly.
I felt myself about to come and pulled out of her mouth, showering come down her chest. She stood up, as I took off my shirt (who knew? maybe she was going to hug me. I wanted to be able to walk around without dried come stuck to me). Putting my hands on her breasts, she asked, ôWill you fuck me?ö
I looked at her appraisingly. She was only 13, albeit nearly 14 and very well-developed. She was also now my second cousin, and mildly drunk. Caution won out over eagerness and I responed, ôYouÆre only 13. Are you sure you want to lose your virginity this way?ö
She thought for a moment, then said, ôYes.ö
So I took off her wet panties, laid her down on the carpeted floor, and, to get us both ready, started eating her out. When she started moaning, and I felt wetness on my tongue, I got up, lay on top of her, and entered her.
She moaned, then screamed, and I put my mouth on hers to quiet her. Then I tried again, and though she was really tight and moving around with pleasure and pain, I finally was able to break her cherry and enter her as far as she would go. She was writhing under me, but when I took my mouth off hers to breathe easier sheÆd stopped screaming and was saying my name over and over, quietly. I shoved in farther until she said stop, then moved in and out slowly, then faster. She began moaning with pleasure again, and finally I felt like I was going to come again. So I pulled out, came, then went back in. For a while we just laid there as she shuddered under me. Finally, she started crying.
ôWhatÆs wrong?ö I said.
She said something about not being a virgin anymore.
I pulled out of her. ôYou were great.ö I meant it. SheÆd been very good, notwithstanding that it had been her first time.
She didnÆt stop crying. æWhat am I going to tell Sarah[Her sister]?ö she said.
I didnÆt know either. Hannah would probably kill me, as far as I knew. ôWasnÆt she in on your little plan to get me alone?ö I asked.
ôI didnÆt tell her we were going to do this,ö she replied.
I helped her to her feet. ôThereÆs only one way to find out.ö We got dressed and found our way to a backdoor outside, from which we reentered the church.
As it turns out, Sarah was fine with it. We had to keep it from their parents, who were real fundamentalist types. Everyone else just assumed that Alison and I had hooked up outside (this effect was enhanced by her attaching herself to my arm for the rest of the night, and the next morningÆs brunch). We didnÆt enlighten them. I spent the rest of the wedding teaching her how to french-kiss.
ItÆs only been a week, so I donÆt know whatÆs going to happen, especially since she lives in New Orleans and I in Boston, but weÆve talked on the phone, and she still really likes me. Now, too bad IÆm going to Brown and not Tulane next year…
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