Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Elizabeth's First Time. Elizabeth's cousin, Jan, had been staying at their house. He was older than she was, sixteen. They had played together all their lives. As he had grown tall and stronger, and she had filled out, she had begun sneaking looks at him whenever he was staying at their house. Strong arms and a widening, rippling chest. Thick blonde hair and a smile that did things to her stomach. She had never seen him naked though, not until one hot summer day when he had suggested they go to swim in the small lake at the edge of the village. She had donned her bathing dress in her bedroom and taken her clothes with her. He, however had just grabbed a towel and made off down the road. She had watched in amazement as he had stripped off his clothes in the trees at the water side. Her eyes wide at the sight of his young manhood, smooth and firm, surrounded by wispy blonde hair. He had paused deliberately to let her look, then dived into the pool quite naked. He laughed and called to her from the water. 'Come on, slowcoach! The water's lovely!' Elizabeth had waded out towards him, backing away as he approached her, just a little afraid of his nakedness. He had only laughed and dived at her, grabbing her waist and pulling her under the water. She had felt his bare legs against hers as they wrestled in their play. His penis had rubbed against her and it seemed to her that it was bigger close up. After a few minutes they had emerged laughing and breathless from the pool, falling on the grass next to their discarded clothes. The laughter froze on her face when she saw his erection. Long and hard, pointing skyward, his foreskin rolled back, exposing the pink head. He had taken her unresisting hand and placed it on his cock. He wrapped her fingers around it and showed her how to pleasure him. She had been a willing pupil, fascinated by this new experience, eager to learn from this young Arian God! As she had manipulated him, he had rolled on top of her, his knees either side of her. He bent and kissed her. Long and slow, his tongue delicately finding its way between her lips. She had let go of his penis and put her arms around him. The kiss seemed to remove her strength, had taken away her ability to move or even think. She had never even noticed his hands undoing her bathing suit. She had just moaned slightly when he was gently squeezing her bared breasts. The kiss seemed to last forever, hiding all reality from her. He had slipped her bathing suit from her shoulders and it was round her waist before she had broken off for breath. She had gasped for air, looking at his hand as it cupped her breast, and then, holding his head in her hands, had resumed the all-encompassing kiss. The kiss, the stimulation of her breasts, the sight and feel of this lovely young man had conspired together to awaken Elizabeth's dormant sexuality. Lost to everything, a slave to her own passion, Elizabeth plunged into this new experience. When Jan's fingers began working their way down inside her bathing dress, she had hesitated only a split second before she had pushed it down and out of his way!. Her own fingers had coaxed oceans of heady pleasure from the magical place between her legs, and the expectation of Jan touching her there brought a very wet heat to her vulva. When his digits slid into her, they met with only enthusiasm and a flood of her juices. She quickly taught him how to rub and tease her clitoris. The lingering kisses and the dancing fingers brought devastating results. Elizabeth arched her back and had cried out loud when she came. His probing fingers slipped inside, increasing her furious bucking, but didn't break her hymen. In a post orgasmic haze, Elizabeth subsided weakly to the ground. She was totally immersed in her own haze of ecstasy, so much so that she did had not objected when Jan moved between her open legs and settled his weight on her. In her innocence she had let him get exactly where he wanted to be. He had her where she could not move. Again he kissed her and she responded eagerly. He moved slightly and she had felt his penis slide down, the head resting against the hot, wet and very well lubricated opening to her body. She was just about to say something to him, when he had pushed into her. She had tried to throw him off, the pain of her deflowering jerking her into action, but he was too strong for her. 'No! Please! Don't!' She had cried, pleading with him to stop, but he was far too excited to be able to retreat now. The harder she tried to push him off, the harder he thrust into her. She could do nothing to prevent it. She had lain beneath him, sobbing and struggling as he had pumped into her. It was over in a minute. Jan gave a loud grunt and pushed hard, inseminating his first conquest. For Elizabeth it had seemed like an eternity. When he had got off her, she just continued crying, staring up into the blue summer sky, the clouds passing overhead the only witness to her predicament. Jan tried to cuddle her, but she had pushed him away in anger. 'Why didn't you stop when I asked you!' she berated him. 'Sorry....got carried away....couldn't stop myself.' he mumbled. 'I hate you!' She screamed at him as she ran into the pool, anxiously washing away the fluid that filled her vagina and was beginning to run down her legs. 'Why did you have to spoil it all! Why did you have to spoil it all!' She burst into floods of tears, standing in the water, her arms now hanging by her side. A guilty and forlorn Jan helped her out of the water and waited by her side until she had dressed. They walked back home in silence. Despite her anger, she had never told anyone. Too ashamed to reveal her own part in the proceedings and risk being labelled as wanton, (or worse), so the young teenager had remained silent. It wasn't until her wedding night, some five years later, that she let anyone near her secret. Her new husband, never having been to bed with a woman before, had only the vaguest idea of what virginity was. His lovely new wife had seemed nervous, as his father and his friends had said she should be. Her anxious pleas for him to be careful with her had only reassured him further that all was well. They had then, with a little guidance from Elizabeth, got him into position and consummated their union. The revelation that sexual intercourse had then been, removed any thought from his head that she may not have been intact. Elizabeth's tight young body just elevated her inexperienced husband's senses to a position where he did not notice her hymen was missing. If indeed he knew she should have had one. That fact that she was not the virgin bride everyone had assumed, was never revealed. The years that followed marked a loving and successful marriage and Elizabeth's guilty secret had eventually been buried with her husband, in an unmarked grave in faraway France on the banks of the River Somme.