We live just outside of Chicago - I have been married for 7 years and have a beautiful 4 year old daughter. My friends and I were talking about our "first time" over the weekend for some reason, and I always tell the story of my boyfriend and what it was like. What they don't know, and only my husband knows, was that I lost my virginity to my cousin. I was 18 and at a family wedding. I was seeing a guy at the time, but for some reason he could not attend the wedding with me. He and I had come close to going all the way, but we were waiting for that special moment.
Anyhow, my cousin Paul was 24 and all the girls in town had a crush on him. He was, and still is, very handsome. Even though I was only 18, he was sneaking me drinks at the wedding, and I was more than happy to accept them. It was kind of fun that despite all these older girls around, he was paying attention to me.
At one point - he was talking about his new car and asked if I wanted to see it. I needed to take a break from the crowd and the fresh air sounded good, so I went with him to see the car. Of course we ended up sitting inside it and we were talking, then he leaned in to kiss me. A at first it was a "what are you doing?!" reaction, but I soon found myself kissing back. In my mind, he was not my cousin, he was this gorgeous guy making out with me despite all the older girls that wanted to be with him. I don't even remember the top of my dress being pulled down, or how it got that way, but soon he was sucking on my breasts. It felt so good. He took my hand and put in on his crotch, and I could feel right away that he had more there than my boyfriend did. It was not until he unzipped himself that I knew what was going to happen. I willingly pulled my dress up for him so he could get my panties off, and we got into this position where I was kind of angled against the passenger door and he climbed on top of me. I remember him trying so hard to push inside me, first an inch, then a couple inches...it hurt, but my body eventually got it all the way in.
It was not romantic, it was not passionate - it was Paul pushing in and out slowly until he came. I remember looking around the car, as my virginity was being taken, and thinking that this is not what it was supposed to be like at ALL. After he was done the only thing he said was "make sure you don't tell anyone what we did". He even left the car ahead of me to make it look good, so he said. Paul ignored me the rest of the wedding, and danced and left with some girl who was just out of college. Nice.
