I was a young woman on a sofa with the weight of a guy named Buck on top of me. My cousin Megan was on the carpet near us, kissing her American boyfriend Wayne.
I didn't know she had a boyfriend. I didn't know my aunt and uncle were away for New Year (the calendar one, not the Chinese one) when I came up from Singapore for the weekend. None of those three in the room knew I was a virgin. I was trying hard to be cool and keep up, but it wasn't easy. Megan was already twenty-one, and her boyfriend Wayne was twenty-six. His friend Buck was visiting on holiday from America, and I guessed he was about the same age. I had only just turned eighteen, and had never faced the situation I was in.
Megan, the most beautiful girl I knew, the person I most adored since I was a kid, was sucking on that boy's erection like a lamb on a bottle of milk. He was pulling off her clothes and she was shamelessly helping him.
Buck was on me, between my legs. The erection in his jeans was dry-humping my mound as he kissed me, all the time staring at my cousin's body as it came into view. That Wayne guy had to forcefully pull Megan's head from his penis to be able to take off her shorts and top. Then her bra. Oh my, I hadn't seen Megan undressed for years. Her breasts were flawless, and she wasn't embarrassed at all to let us see. As soon as she could, her mouth latched back onto Wayne's erection. He gave up trying to get her pants off, laying down and letting his gorgeous girlfriend tug and suck him.
On me, Buck was staring at Megan. I didn't think he had seen her undressed before. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to tell him to stop ogling my near-naked cousin having sex, but felt happy he was distracted from kissing me. Until he wasn't. I tried so hard not to look like a nervous kid as he pulled my t-shirt up and off. It took every ounce of fight to not cover up when he skillfully unhooked and threw away my bra.
"Wow, these are great tits," he said, leaning down close and squeezing. "Not bad for a kid. What are you, like fifteen or sixteen? Seriously decent tits for your age."
"No! I'm eighteen."
"Really? Bullshit. Megan said you were her younger cousin."
"I am! She's twenty-one."
"Shit, really? You girls don't look it. You're both so little. Do you know Naoko Watanabe?"
I shook my head.
"In a Japanese film called Nude. Looks like you. You're not from Japan right?"
"Singapore," I said shaking my head.
"Well, your tits are a little bigger anyway."
I groaned as Buck sucked on my breast and nipple. This was dangerous. Down on the carpet Wayne's shorts and underwear were completely off, and he was pulling off his t-shirt. It was only two in the afternoon, time was not on my side.
Buck kissed my neck and breasts and lips. His tongue went into my mouth. He took his shirt off to rub his bare chest against mine. My pelvis ached from the pressure he pushed against it. He hickeyed my neck, then my breasts. My groans he mistook for pleasure.
For a time Buck paused to watch Megan's pants come off. He was surprised as me that she was entirely hairless. Both of them naked, Wayne pushed up her from behind. Megan was face down on the carpet. Wayne slid easily up inside, there was no resistance at all. Megan gasped, and I thought she said 'deeper'.
"Have you got any condoms?" Buck asked Wayne, watching his friend fuck my cousin.
"Don't need them, mate. This one's medicined up. On the pill. Can cum in her cunt as much as you want."
"Don't suppose you have any?" he asked me. I shook my head. "And you're not on the pill?"
Again I shook my head.
"We'll, let's go and get some. I don't want to get you pregnant."
I shuddered. I didn't want to get pregnant either. I'd have been happy with abstinence as the solution.
"Come on, up, let's go to the shop."
Buck pulled me up to stand with him next to those two having sex on the floor.
"Not going out wearing that, though," he grinned, taking my bra from the floor. "You got a thick coat here?"
I nodded sheepishly.
"Go get it, then."
Buck sat back down watching Wayne pull Megan up to her hands and knees, pounding her from behind.
"She goes alright," Buck said to Wayne.
"She's superb," Wayne agreed. "Not an inch of fat on her. Can go for hours if you can keep it up."
I went down the hall topless to my room to get my coat in a daze. I'd brought two. One was black leather stylish, the other a fur-lined judo-style tie-up. I took the warm fur-lined one. I stopped in the hall and opened the coat wide to look at the mirror. The hickeys on my breasts were shocking, I would need to put my t-shirt back on if we went to a shop. Oh, we were going to buy condoms. To use on me. How could I tell them I'd never had a guy in me before? I'd only taken my boyfriend in the mouth, and that was only once. I said I'd try, but I didn't like it, his penis smelled and tasted musty.
"Okay, let's go," Buck interrupted my thoughts, coming into the hall to take my hand.
"I need my t-shirt," I complained. "It ties up too low. You can see my breasts."
"No you can't," he lied.
It was only a couple of minutes out of the apartment complex and though the streets to a 7-Eleven. I held the coat together with one hand, my nape was cold. The shop inside was big, but the condoms were right by the counter. I guessed they were a target for thieves; I would have preferred to steal them, too. Not to save money, but embarrassment. Standing at the counter next to a line of people at two-forty in the afternoon, cleavage mostly on show, it was the height of shame. Thank goodness I was three hours flight from home. I heard a guy point at my cleavage and whisper "hickey" to his girlfriend. I ignored it, pretending as best I could that I was invisible.
"I love that coat," Buck said. "Can see your nipples plainly when you lean down."
I wanted to growl, I told him that before we left. Instead I smiled, pretending I was flattered.
"Which ones do you want?" Buck asked, giving me different styles to hold. Customers and the male clerk were watching and listening, but Buck wasn't paying attention.
"Thin. Ribbed. Slimy gel things. Coloured. Strawberry. You're not going to need a condom for sucking cock, right? You'll do that bareback, so don't need flavoured ones."
I blushed red from head to toe as I heard more whispering behind us.
"We're only going to use them on your cunt, I'm guessing? You don't fuck up the ass, do you?"
"No!" I said quickly. I didn't fuck up the 'cunt' either.
"Right, so don't need the extra slimy ones. Your cunt will be wet enough. Ribbed or smooth?"
"Huh?"
