It all started when I was in 8th grade. Girls were drawing my attention more and more every day it seemed. I was becoming distracted by them during class and pretty much everywhere I went.
Then one day it hit me like a freight train. I was sitting at lunch with some friends when I glanced up at the counter. There was a blonde, with some shapely hips and long legs. She was shifting her weight from side to side in a very provocative way. Her blonde pony tail tossed back and forth with her movements. My eyes were locked on that tight ass and narrow waist. It seemed like an eternity that I sat and stared, just waiting for her to turn around.
Finally she picked up her food and slowly turned. My jaw almost hit the table when I realized it was my cousin Gina. She looked around for a minute and then made eye contact with me. She smiled and waved, which I responded to with a quick wave and a smile.
Holy shit! I was just fantasizing about my cousin? Sure, she is smokin' hot and only a year older than me, but she's my cousin. I should be thinking those things should I? My brain was still reeling as she walked over to sit with her friends.
Over the next few months I continued to fantasize about Gina, finding myself comparing other girls to her but never finding one that came close. I wrote little stories about her and found myself dreaming about her on a regular basis.
My freshman year found me in the same school as her. This gave me the opportunity to see her everyday and our friendship grew stronger. She took her "little freshman cousin" under wing and invited me to hang out with her friends. Now, she had some pretty hot friends, but I had to be careful not to stare at her too much.
Sometime during October, about half way through the first semester, one of her friends was having a big party. Gina called and asked if I would want to go along. From what I had heard there would be a ton of people there and it sounded like a hell of party. She told me it would be out at her friend Myra's farm and that I should dress accordingly. In other words, don't wear anything I didn't mind getting messed up. There would be a hayride and probably some football or baseball to be played.
It seemed like months until the day of the party, but it finally did arrive. Gina rolled up in her new car to pick up her "little freshman cousin." I saw her give me a little bit of a lingering look as she watched me walk to her car. I had decided to wear a striped rugby shirt with a pair of jeans. She seemed to approve as she leaned over to open my door, I couldn't help but notice as her shirt hung open at the neckline a little as she leaned. I could just see a little cleavage, and I think she caught me looking. She said nothing but had a little mischievous grin on her face as we sped off towards the party.
We arrived about 20 minutes later and the party was already going strong. A couple guys were tossing around a football and the girls were watching. I followed Gina over to where her friends were standing and just kinda stood there looking uncomfortable. Myra was the first to greet me and I then exchanged pleasantries with the other girls.
One of the guys yelled something at me, wondering if I was a guy or just one of the girls. Gina rolled her eyes and told me to go be a guy if I wanted. I decided that perhaps if I were playing football, I could sneak a few more peeks at Gina.
The next couple hours were spent playing a rough game of "touch" football. Every chance I got, I would sneak a peek over at Gina disguising it as though I were looking at the other girls. Then we all gathered around a fire pit with some cold drinks. I was finally accepted into the group by now and had the bruises to show for it.
A short while later, as the evening air began to cool, Myra's brother Rich came up the hill with the tractor and hay wagon. The hay bales (actually straw because hay itches too much on bare skin) were in a ring around the edge of the wagon, giving everyone a good place to nestle in for the ride. Myra went over to the shed and brought out several heavy blankets, making sure everyone knew it was gonna get pretty cool on that ride. I could tell by the look in her eye, that something was up.
As we walked over to the wagon, she handed out a blanket to each of the couples. When was down to two I looked around and saw that Gina, Myra, and their friend Cindy were still standing there. I had seen each of the other blankets go to a couple and I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, although I was kinda hoping they would put Gina and I together.
Myra grabbed my arm and tossed Gina a blanket, apparently claiming me as her hayride partner. Everyone climbed on the wagon and took their spots. It was very comfortable as we settled down into the bed of straw, relaxing against the bales. We pulled away from the farm and headed down the road. The sun was long gone, so the only lights were on some poles near farms that we passed and the headlights of the tractor.
Probably ten minutes into the ride, Myra snuggled up to me claiming to be cold. It seemed that most of the girls on that ride were cold from what I could see. However, the farms were pretty far apart and the tractor was pretty noisy, so it was almost like each couple was in their own little world under their blanket.
I felt her hand slide across my chest and relax there for a moment. Then it slow slide down toward my pants. I just closed my eyes, dreaming about what was hopefully going to happen. Unfortunately, I was unaware that Myra was famous for being a tease. She ran her hand along my leg and began massaging my thigh. She was breathing on my neck, causing the hair on my neck to stand on end. She was making me very horny, and she knew it. I was still a virgin then, so this very intimate attention was almost more than I could handle. She told me some dirty things that she wanted to do to me and then told me we were almost back to the farm so she wouldn't be able to do them tonight. I was so horny, but I was trying like hell to calm down before we got back to the campfire. With the thoughts Myra had put in my head, there was zero chance of that happening.
We parked near the campfire again and people began jumping off the wagon. I took my time, thinking maybe I could get an extra minute or two to calm down. I scooted myself over to the edge of the wagon and was about to jump down when Gina and Myra grabbed me by the hands and gave a quick pull. I fell forward, thinking I was going to crash to the ground when Gina suddenly stepped forward in a vain attempt to catch me. Instead, I took her down with me. When I gained my senses, I realized that I was living a fantasy. I was laying directly on top of her, our hips aligned and her legs slightly spread. After an awkward moment, she smiled and I started to pick myself up. Myra placed her foot on my ass and pushed me back down. Myra started chuckling as she walked away, saying something about fucking cousins. I barely heard her as I felt Gina's warmth below me and her legs slowly begin to slide up along my side. She had a very serious look on her face, as if she were feeling the same things I was at that moment. I leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. She didn't fight me and only closed her eyes as I felt her body relax. She then opened her eyes and reminded me that everyone else was probably waiting on us. I reluctant climbed off of her and started back for the campfire. That was the end of the excitement for the evening.
Myra and I started dating soon after the farm party. She showed me all kinds of new things, which I truly enjoyed. We never had sex, which seemed a little disappointing at times, but I think somewhere in the back of her mind she knew I had eyes for another girl. I continued to hang out with Gina and the rest of her friends on a regular basis, but I never kissed Gina again throughout high school.