The day I lost my virginity...kind of...well I guess not really

So...(notice I start a lot of sentences with so... anyway...)
One thing that I have not mentioned as of yet is that I have an older sister.  Growing up she was horrible in ways that I will get into another day.  What is important about this particular story is that she was always a whore..and well still is.

Travel back with me in time to 8th grade.  I was a young 8th grader - I graduated highschool at 17 so I was only 13 years old in 8th grade.  It was kind of a fun year.  Except when some idiot stabbed me in the arm with a mechanical pencil in algebra class.  I still have a little green spot on my forearm from that...anyway...let me get back on track.  My 8th grade year consisted of my first real bra, shaving my legs, putting away the barbies and starting to listen to music more on the radio (taping songs I liked from the radio to have my own personal mix tapes lol), playing with my hair a little more and figuring out how to make it look a little cooler (in those days it was trying to see how high you could get your bangs to go for the most part).  I was a teenager...but barely. 

My sister is 3 years older than me and as I have mentioned a complete tramp.  She was sneaking guys in and out of her room faster than I could spray aquanet on my bangs and get that sizzle sound out of my curling iron as the spray hit the metal.  Different guys everyday.  Several guys in same day. Didnt matter. 

I had a "boyfriend" we will call him AJ.  My sister was driving already and she got to play taxi for me all the time.  So she was supposed to pick up AJ and take us to the dollar movies.  When she picked him up I immediatley knew that we would never make it to that movie.  She had this look she would get on her face when she had an idea that always led to trouble.  Kind of like in the old cartoons when there is an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other...and the devil was always smirking and rubbing his chin...that was her look.  She began teasing us horribly.  Telling us we were such wusses and she cant believe we havent had sex yet.  (We had not even had our first kiss yet) She went on and on and on.  Then she drove us back to my house and said that we were to go in my room and not come out until we had done "it".  I was terrified.  He was thrilled.  So we went in my room.  I was so nervous I was shaking.  I could still see the plastic rubbermaid tub that I had just recently packed full of my barbies and my little ponies stacked in the top of my closet.  Less than six months prior to this exact moment I was decorating my homemade cardboard dream house and wishing I was Barbie and that I had a perfect Ken boyfriend.  How far was I from that at this exact moment.  He hurridly undressed except for his boxers.  I thought I was going to vomit.  I was NOT going to take my shirt off.  I was ashamed that I didnt have big boobs and well...no guy had seen me before.  He laid me down on my uncomfortable, stiff pink bedspread he took my shorts off, my eyes were clenched shut, he reached for my shirt and I slapped his hand away and...he then proceeded to have sex with...with my ass cheek and the bedspread.  He obviously didnt realize that he was not in me and I was not going to tell him.  It lasted for what seemed like forever and then there was a nasty warm wet sensation on my back above my right butt cheek.  EWW.  I didnt even know that happened.  He kissed my forehead and got dressed.  I quickly put my clothes back on and ran to the bathroom to clean up. 

My sister was waiting in the hall right outside my door on the phone with her friend giving her the play by play of what she could hear through the door.  She yelled damn 1 minute man and went to her room.  1 minute?  that was only 1 minute?  Felt like eternity. 

I cleaned up and she said she was going to bring him home - no movies...so we rode in silence back to his place.  On the drive home my sister threatened me that if I ever told on her having "friends" over at our house she would tell mom that I had sex. 

On Monday at school I found out that AJ told everyone...everyone.  He said I was a bad lay.  I at least had the enjoyment of telling everyone that tried to laugh at me that he never even got it in and didnt even know it. 

By the way my pink bedspread?  Had the sticky goo all over it so I spent an hour in the bathroom washing it with handsoap and then blowdrying it dry.

This was my first attempt at losing my virginity...not exactly magical huh?