Keeping it down, keeping it up.
If I had known that losing my virginity would start with what would likely have been the most embarrassing experience of my young life, or that it would be happen the way it did, I might not have spent much of that day wanting to die.
I was 18, small for my age, and not up to snuff socially, either. I had had a lot of illnesses as a child, and my mother spent a lot of time home-schooling me. So I never really got into a group at school, and spent a lot of time on my own. My size and my history of pneumonia and heart trouble left me off sports teams too. So I was, frankly, lonely.
My older sister, who – let's be brutally honest here – was a bit of a slut, was heading to a big outdoor custom car show in Madison with her just-as-much-of-a-sleaze boyfriend, and our mom ordered her to take me along.
"Come on, Jeremy," Jennifer sighed. "Billy will be here in a minute." She hiked up her tube top and pulled her jean shorts out of her butt. She always dressed with the goal of getting Billy all hot and bothered. I knew she wasn't happy about me coming along, but I didn't mind – in fact, it improved my outlook. I get to look at hot cars AND tick off my sister? This was a bonus day.
Billy arrived in his '72 Charger, and we bellowed off to Madison, covering the 20 miles at fear-inspiring (at least for me) speeds. Billy didn't seem as put out by his second passenger as Jennifer. We arrived at the car show and paid the $5 admission. "We're going to wander around, Jeremy. Go find something that interests you, and don't bug me!" Jennifer said – and with that, they were gone and I was alone.
The show was huge. There had to have been 2000 cars, trucks, and vans there. I wandered the field, looking at tons of American muscle, mixed in with displays of Porsches, Lotuses, and other European exotics. There was even a brand-new Ferrari 512BB, and that seemed to me to be just about everything a car could be.
Eventually I noticed a crowd gathering around a wildly customized '73 Gremlin, and headed over to see what was up. Jennifer and Billy were there, and he motioned to me to get over next to him. There were also two really good-looking girls that were the centre of the crowd's attention.
They were both brunettes; one with curly hair to her shoulders and the other with straight hair down her back. They both wore bikini tops and what would later have been called "Daisy Dukes", although Daisy herself wouldn't hit the airwaves for another ocuple of years. They had sunglasses on, nice tans, and were about the hottest things I'd seen that day – and there had been quite a few hot girls at the show.
"Watch this, Jeremy – this is gonna be fuckin' awesome," said Billy. Someone in the Gremlin hit the stereo, and Nazareth's "Love Hurts" started to play. And the girls started to move. I had never seen anything like this – although when I got older and hit some strip clubs I saw some of their moves. And although I'd had wet dreams, I had never seen two women stare at each other the way they did, act sexy towards each other, and dance so seductively with each other. I was almost instantaneously hard as a rock. My Adidas shorts tented, and I put my hands in front of myself to hide my erection.
Nobody seemd to notice, at least at first. But then the curly-haired girl danced behind the straight-haired girl's back and undid her bra strap. The straight-haired girl lifted the top off, and there were the first breasts I'd ever seen. Whoops erupted around the crowd, and I heard my sister say "What a slut." I shifted my feet, and wondered what the hell I was feeling.
The late-afternoon sun was making the light golden, and her breasts were accentuated by the light and shadows, the nipples hard, and getting harder as she rubbed her breasts with her hands.
And then – and then – her dance partner bent down and licked her nipples, kissed them. Her breasts were medium-sized, about a 36B, and firm as young women's breasts can be. My cock was absolutely rock hard in my shorts, and I felt a compulsion to touch it be knew I couldn't. The crowd was getting rabid.
My hands were folded in the air in front of my crotch. I moved them down towards my cock, and as I felt my hard-on for the first time, the other girl removed her top. They danced together, and I felt like my brain was tingling, felt faint.
"EWWW!" my sister suddenly said. She was looking down at me. "You fucking perv!" Heads turned, and I was suddenly the centre of attention. I looked down, and saw that I'd "creamed my jeans", as we used to say. There was a spreading wet spot in the front of my Adidas shorts. I couldn't believe it – I had come in public, and there was nothing I could do to hide it.
I heard laughter, and could feel my face turn bright red. "Look at the boner you've got, that's fucking disgusting! You came all over yourself, you perv!" said Jennifer.
From incredibly aroused to incredibly humiliated in 5 seconds. Billy looked at me and simply said "Whooaaa, Jen, your brother's hung." Probably stoned.
I felt like the world was staring at me. I heard one of the girls say "Okay, Steve – that's it", and the music stopped. I didn't know what to do, so I did what kids do naturally – I ran, and as I ran I felt my still rock-hard erection bouncing along and heard the laughter of the crowd. I ran to the end of the field, where a row of what were then known as "boogie vans" were on display, and hid behind one, in tears. I sat on the chrome step bumper and tried to understand how my sister could have done that to me, how all of this could have happened, and how I could go back to Elson with her and Billy. She'd tell my mom! She'd I don't know how long I was there, but suddenly I heard a voice.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
Oh god. It was one of the girls, the one with the straight hair. She was still in the bikini top and jean shorts, and I desperately wished for a UFO to take me to Saturn.
"Look, I know what happened back there. I'm sorry you got embarrassed." She came over and sat down next to me. "I'm Sarah. What's your name?"
"Jeremy."
