When I was around 13 or 14 a friend of mine had a couple of us out where her family camped during the summer. We were staying in tents while her parents and brother stayed in the RV. At least that was the plan until a severe thunderstorm came in and we all crammed into the RV. My friend's brother gave up his bed so my other two friends could sleep in it, but that left him and me to share an air mattress on the floor. Well, technically it was supposed to be my friend and her brother sharing it, but she wasn't thrilled about it so I said it was no big deal and I would. Truth is her brother was 17 and I was totally crushing on him.

It was a little awkward because we had to rush into the RV and all I had on was a tank top and a pair of pajama shorts that were basically boy shorts. They didn't cover much. And at that age I was a short, stick figure of a girl who barely had a B cup. I can't remember my exact weight back then but even looking at pictures now I had to be 90 pounds... maybe 100 at best. I was petite. Blond hair, small perky tits, tiny ass, and no hips to speak of... I was awkward lol.

We had our separate blankets so it wasn't like we were gathered under one, and there was enough room on the air mattress that we didn't have to sleep right next to each other. After laying there listening to the storm, I realized that I was the only one awake as my friends had drifted off and the partition to the parents bedroom on the RV was closed. I looked at my friend's brother and his eyes were closed and he was laying on his back, so I rolled over onto my side away from him and tried to go to sleep. After a few minutes I feel him roll over and then I feel a hand on my hip (on top of the blanket, though). I glance back over my shoulder and see his eyes are closed so I figure he's asleep, but it kind of excited me so I scooted back towards him a little bit. Unfortunately he moved again and pulled his arm back and I was feeling a little bummed but a few minutes later, again, his hand is resting on my hip, but under the blanket... and his skin is touching mine. I just laid there still, scared to move. He isn't moving either, and it's for so long I wonder if he is actually sleeping. I didn't want to risk him moving his hand but was curious if this was accidental or intentional, so I kind of roll onto my back... and his hand doesn't move. In fact, now it's resting on the inside of my thigh dangerously close to my pussy and I'm looking at him and he seems like he's sleeping so I slowly spread my legs a little to see what happens. Keep in mind at this point I hadn't done anything more than kiss a boy, and even that was, you know, what you expect at that age, so this is all new to me, but it was exciting and I was turned on and curious where it would go, figuring I would stop before it went anywhere too far. So he's on his side facing me and I'm on my back looking at him, legs spread, and now his hand has fallen inside my thigh right against my crotch and if he's awake he has to be feeling the heat from me and the wetness forming. I'm trying not to breathe hard but then he slowly opens his eyes and looks into mine. He doesn't say a word, but pulls gently on my leg and I slide closer towards him so I'm right against him. Through his shorts I can feel him getting hard against my leg and he's tracing gentle strokes on the inside of my thigh.

By this point I'm starting to breath heavier and I glance towards my friends and see they are still out cold and I look back at him and he moved his hand to my waist and is holding me close to him. He gently slides his hand down to my ass cheek and squeezes, and then slips his fingers under my shorts. My chest is heaving and he looks at it and runs his hand up and stops just shy of feeling me up. He leans over and kisses me. The first one was quick and I just laid there as he placed his lips on mine and let him control the kiss. He pulled back looked me in the eyes, then came in again and kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue and full on kissing me. It was so nice. His body was mostly on top of mine and his hands found their way up my tank top and onto my breasts. He pulled my tank top up and looked at my tits and my tiny nipples were hard and sticking out and he sucked on each one. Really, I don't think anyone sucked on my breasts like that since or maybe I'm just remembering it more fondly than it really was but I was loving it. It was so hard to stay quiet, especially when his hands found their way into my shorts and against my wetness, his fingers massaging me down there without entering me. I wasn't sure what to do but wanted to let him know I was into this so I touched his face with my hand and pulled his lips to mine again to kiss him again, and while I was doing that I reached down and fondled him through the shorts he was wearing. He was hard and it felt thick but I didn't have much to go on at that point. I reached into his shorts and grabbed his member. After I felt him for a few seconds I pulled him kind of out of his shorts and he climbed more on top of me. He was pretty muscular from sports and feeling his weight on top of me was arousing to me. We kissed some more and I had instinctively had my legs spread and knees bent, my hands on his hips, and I could feel the tip of his member slide up my shorts and rest just against my pussy. I knew what he was going for and I looked him in the eye and nodded. He smiled, oh that smile, and we were kissing as he tried to push his tip into me. Since it was my first time I guess I was really tight, plus he was a little above average on the thickness scale, but he eventually managed to penetrate me and get the tip inside. I was so worried about making a noise and waking someone up that I held him close and buried my face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Eventually he got it all the way in and then he pulled up from me so he could look me in the face.

It seems weird that we were pretty much fully clothed and I was losing it to my crush, but that's how it happened. His face was so close to mine our foreheads were touching and he was looking me in the eyes and occasionally we'd kiss, but he never broke eye contact as he would pull back and push in, sometimes slow, sometimes hard and fast. It was really difficult to stay quiet, but thankfully, only for that reason, it didn't last a long time. I think he was only in me about ten minutes before he got tense, his member swelled, and he sped up his thrusts. We stared into each other's eyes as he filled me with his load. He stayed in me as he throbbed and twitched until he was flaccid and had to pull out, quickly tucking himself back into his shorts. He held me for a bit after, but we had to separate before someone woke up. At the time I had no idea I should have gone to the bathroom and drained out, so to speak, so I stayed there all night with his load inside me.

Luckily I didn't get pregnant at the time. And I never told anyone. By the time I was in high school, he was in college, but I kind of still was his... well, I was his. Didn't matter if he had a girlfriend or whatever, he still came to me because I was his "hot cheerleader girlfriend". And I couldn't ever say no to him. At 17 I got pregnant. We never once used condoms so BC was all we had to go on, which I didn't even get on until I was 15, so I'm surprised it took that long. We're married now and he still makes me feel like that girl I was that first night: nervous and excited. I never told him this, but he could have done anything he wanted that night. If he wanted me to go down on him I would have. If he wanted anal, I would have. Sure, I would have been scared... I was the first nights I did it for him afterwards anyway... but the first time I saw him all I could think was "I'd do whatever he wanted me to do". And now we're married with a family. And yes, he has remain faithful to me. I'm not naive in that. I was the only person he ever cheated with and I'm his "innocent slut".