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.