From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Our First Time   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
      
     "Our First Time" (ff, Teen,   
   inc, toys, first{kinda})   
      
       The day was January the 7th, my fourteenth birthday, and my family had   
   decided to throw me a modest celebration in our basement.  They allowed me   
   a small contingent of friends, including Josh, my first boyfriend.   
   Fortunately, my Aunt and Uncle had also brought my cousin's, Samantha, and   
   Tabitha, down for the weekend for my party.   
      
       It turned out to be a much more fortunate coincidence than I immediately   
   realized at the time.  Nonetheless, I was glad to have Sam there to talk   
   to, as well as my brother Jacob to "hide behind" as Josh kept trying to get   
   me alone for some reason, which made me feel just a little bit nervous.   
   The party had gone fairly well, though, with my younger sister Becky   
   entertaining Tabitha thus keeping both of them out of our hair, while the   
   eight or so of us did the usual, boring party things.   
      
       We watched a movie, and ate most of the hamburgers that my Mom made for   
   us before diving into my modest birthday cake.  After I blew out the   
   candles, and no parents were looking, Josh gave me a quick kiss on the   
   cheek.  I blushed profusely as Samantha gave me a worried look, and my Mom   
   went about her way, serving up cake to my friends, seemingly oblivious to   
   the fact that my boyfriend seemed conspiring to make me feel dreadfully   
   uncomfortable.   
      
       Afterwards, we all listened to music, and occasionally danced.  I of   
   course let Josh slow dance with me a couple of times, and let him kiss me,   
   eventhough he continually put his hands a little lower than he should of.   
   But, towards the end of the evening, he sat down next to me with a nervous,   
   but serious look on his face and said that we needed to talk.   
      
       I only nodded shyly, feeling a little shaky, as I knew what this was   
   about.  The both of us were still virgins, and Josh was always feeling   
   insecure about being fifteen, and still not having had sex.   
      
       I myself was still somewhat unsure at the time, having heard the horror   
   stories that all little girls are told.  Tales of guys not waiting and   
   being patient, instead jabbing their hard cocks into sweet little virgin   
   pussies and causing poor, innocent little adolescent girls unnecessary   
   pain. Stories of how guys immediately rush off afterwards to tell all their   
   friends of how they had "had a virgin".  But worst of all, was the fact   
   that inexperienced males generally have absolutely ZERO stamina.   
      
       I found out a few years later, much to my eternal dismay, such these   
   things had happened to many of my female friends, but I was to be   
   fortunate. I had a rather odd twist of Fate, as well as a rather creative,   
   if not perverted cousin on my side.   
      
       When Josh brought it up, I just shrugged and made some excuse about not   
   wanting to be too antisocial, before practically throwing myself into every   
   other conversation that was taking place, and doing my best "social   
   butterfly" impression...   
      
       *****   
      
       The party wound down at around 9:30pm, and my Mom came downstairs to   
   herd my friends out the door by ten.  I went upstairs to the front door to   
   say goodbye to everyone as they left, and was unable to escape a quick kiss   
   from Josh as he walked out the door.   
      
       Fortunately, though, I didn't have to say good bye to dear Samantha, as   
   her family was staying in town for the entire weekend.  It was even more   
   advantageous that they were staying at my house, our parents little   
   suspecting what mischief we were up to in the middle of the night.  And   
   fortunately for us, they have yet to.   
      
       At about 10:30, it was just me and my cousin, seeing as our younger   
   siblings had been long since put to bed so that the adults could watch the   
   movie they rented for themselves in relative peace.  It was then that   
   Samantha volunteered us both to clean up the mess in the basement, and   
   practically dragged me by the arm downstairs.   
      
       Once there, Samantha switched on the CD player so that we wouldn't be   
   over heard, and fixed me with a serious look.  "So," she inquired in a   
   factual tone, "Just how far have you gone with this Josh guy, cuz?"   
      
       I found myself blushing at her question.  Due to my continuing attempts   
   at impressing Samantha, I felt somehow embarrassed to tell her the truth.   
   But, I did owe her at least that much.  "Not very," I replied, sheepishly   
   hiding behind my hair.   
      
       "I see..." commented Samantha thoughtfully, before her expression became   
   a little grim, "In that case, just tell me what you have done, Amy."   
      
       My silly grin vanished as I saw the worried look in my cousin's eyes,   
   and I could tell that this was somehow important to her.  "Well, to be   
   honest...  We've barely done much of anything.  I've barely let him touch   
   me so far," I replied in all honesty, hoping to waylay Samantha's concerns,   
   "Why?  What's up?"   
      
       "Oh, it's nothing, really," she responded, seemingly somewhat relieved,   
   "It's just that you had me a little worried, 'tis all.  I thought that   
   maybe..."   
      
       "Maybe what?" I pressed, taking her hand and holding it against my chest   
   in what I hoped was a comforting manner.   
      
       "It's just that I don't want to see you get hurt, that's all," she   
   replied quietly.   
      
       "But, Josh hasn't hurt me at all.  And I can promise you that I won't   
   let him," I assured, my cousin's mood brightening a touch, "Especially when   
   he'd have to deal with you!"   
      
       Samantha chuckled, smiling slightly.  "I also had something kinda   
   different in mind," she admitted, "It's kinda silly actually, but I...   
   Um...  Oh never mind!"   
      
       "Oh, come on, cuz!" I pleaded melodramatically, "You can tell me...  I   
   promise not to laugh, giggle maybe.  But not laugh."   
      
       Samantha took a deep breath and leaned in a little closer.  "Well you   
   see," she explained in a whispered tone, "I always kinda thought that since   
   we were so close, and considering the other things that we've done, that   
   I'd kinda be...  You know.  Your 'first'.  "   
      
       "You were!" I giggled, and gave my cousin a playfully affectionate kiss   
   on the forehead.   
      
       "No, I mean, um..." she stammered, biting her lower lip thoughtfully,   
   "Uh, basically, I was thinking more along the lines of taking your   
   virginity..."   
      
       My eyes widened as I fought the urge to burst out laughing.  "Don't you   
   kinda lack the proper equipment, Sam?" I inquired, giggling and grinning   
   like an idiot.   
      
       My cousin smiled and glanced downward, causing her curly red bangs to   
   conceal her eyes.  "Um, ya...  But I already thought of that," she said   
   guardedly.   
      
       "Oh!" I exclaimed, trying to imagine what plan my cousin's twisted mind   
   had devised for rectifying her lack of "nether endowment".   
      
       "Ya," she said simply, "I kinda brought a few things that we're gonna   
      
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