Taken By My Boyfriend’s Father At A Mexican Wedding

It all started the summer after my sophomore year of high school, when my boyfriend Juan invited me to come to Mexico with him and his family for his cousin’s wedding. I was so excited! I had a heck of a time finally convincing my parents to let me go, but we were going to be staying at his family’s villa, not at some sketchy tourist hotel, so eventually they agreed. It wasn’t just the promise of a week in the sun that I was looking forward to so much, either. Juan and I had been dating for a little over six months, since just before Christmas, and I’d finally decided I was ready. A hot, steamy tropical vacation, combined with all the romance of a big, fancy Mexican wedding, would be just the setting for finally losing my virginity!

Not that Juan and I were completely inexperienced. I’d been letting him feel me up ever since our fifth date, and I’d even been letting him finger me for the last couple of months. But I’d drawn the line at paying him back in kind, mostly because I just didn’t trust myself not to get carried away and do more than I intended to once I finally saw his dick! He was just so tall, and dark, and handsome… I could barely keep myself from jumping his bones even when he was keeping it in his pants!

The first day we arrived was like a whirlwind, getting a tour of the villa, being introduced to all the relatives who had already arrived. Only a few would be staying with us at the villa itself, most had their own homes in the nearby town, or were staying with those who did, but as the site of the wedding the villa was the hub of activity. The ceremony itself wouldn’t be until our second to last day there, but already the preparations were in full swing, and I was quickly drafted into the cleaning and decoration committee with the rest of the female cousins. ‘Cousins’, by the way, apparently being a general term for all relatives between the ages of twelve and thirty, regardless of the distance or precise nature of their relation to the bride. They were all so lovely, and they made a real effort to include me by mostly speaking English, rather than making me struggle with my horrible Spanish, though I was trying to learn and practice as much as I could. I may as well have been wearing a flashing neon sign around my neck for all I was able to blend in with them, though; the one tiny, skinny little blonde girl, surrounded by a virtual sea of all these tall, curvy, Mexican women! Seriously… I couldn’t believe how gorgeous they all were! Even the ones who were younger than me still looked like freaking supermodels! And the men, too! I mean, I still had a soft spot for my Juan… but he was so the ugly duckling, compared to his older cousins and uncles! And his father, Antonio? My God! I’d met his mom, Adriana, lots of times, and she was every bit as beautiful as all the rest of them, but his dad was always so busy with work I’d never actually met him before. And I swear, when my mom dropped me off at their place the morning before we left, and I first saw him stepping through the entryway to the kitchen to come greet me… I totally tripped over my suitcase and nearly landed straight on my face! He totally caught me, too, which made my embarrassment even worse, never mind when Juan’s little sisters started laughing at me!

“You must be Elizabeth,” he had asked, his voice low and growly, his rich, thick accent so sexy sounding, that alone was making my nipples sit up and beg!

“Ummm… Lizzie’s fine,” I had barely managed to choke out. The man was seriously movie star handsome! And not like average movie star, either! We’re talking some serious Mexican Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Ryan Gosling type vibes here! I could barely even hear the rest of what he was saying to me over the sound of my own suddenly-racing heart!

Thankfully, after we arrived at the villa he and the rest of the men had mostly gone off doing boy-things (‘cosas de chicos’, one especially useful Spanish phrase I picked up quickly), while all us girls were occupied cleaning, so I only occasionally had to cope with forcing myself not to stare. Dinner that evening proved much more difficult. Not just because it was down to just those of us actually staying at the villa, which I’d known to expect, but because I’d somehow found myself seated directly across the table from him! God… it was a miracle I didn’t leave a puddle on my chair after, just from looking at him! But somehow I made it through without embarrassing myself too badly, and it was finally time for bed.

My room was small, barely big enough for a bed, closet, and dresser, but it was comfortable. I made myself wait an extra couple of minutes first, just to make sure no one was going to come knocking on my door for a last minute conversation, then quickly opened my suitcase and started to strip. I’d bought myself just the cutest, sexist little red lingerie set, just for that night! I might not have much to work with, in the boob and hip department, but I was determined to show off what I had to best effect for Juan’s and my first time! There was a mirror on the door of the small closet, and I stood there preening a bit, brushing out my hair, trying different poses, fussing and adjusting, making sure everything was laying just right. I put on a bit of my favourite perfume—not too much, because I knew Juan only liked it when it was subtle, not when it was too strong—then slipped into my sexy little red dress. It was a bit too revealing to wear to the wedding—I had my blue one already hanging in the closet, for that! But for tonight? My red one would be perfect!

I peeked carefully out into the hall to make sure the coast was clear, and found I had to let my eyes adjust to the dark. This wasn’t the city-dark I was used to; this was country dark, which was a whole different animal! There were still tiny little bits of light, here and there—moonlight through a window, lamplight sneaking out the crack under someone’s door—but it was dark! I finally decided my eyes had adjusted enough to risk it, and I eased my way out and closed the door behind me, my bare feet soundless on the polished wooden floor. That choice had been made out of necessity, not forethought, my suitcase lacking the room for yet another pair of shoes to match this dress, too. But I realized now that it was better this way, as I slinked my way silently across almost the entire villa to Juan’s room. The room assignments had been Adriana’s doing, of course; the distance between us a none-too-subtle hint that I was to keep my hands off her precious baby boy! Yeah, right! That was so not going to happen! I liked Adriana, I did… but what she didn’t know, wasn’t going to hurt her!

I slipped unnoticed into Juan’s room, stage one of my plan complete! He was sitting on the bed in the dark, the only illumination the faint bit of moon and star light coming from the window over his bed, his hands clasped in his lap. God, I hope I didn’t look as nervous as he did!

“Hey…” he smiled up at me, running his fingers through his hair. Normally I loved it when he did that. Tonight, it was just another sign of his nerves.

“Hey,” I smiled back, fighting like hell not to defensively cross my arms in front of my waist.

He moved aside a little, and I went to join him on the bed, neither of us able to meet the other one’s eyes.

“God… you’d think we’d never done this before, or something…” he quipped, making me laugh quietly. We were probably pretty safe… the room next door belonged to his cousin Julio, and Juan had assured me he wouldn’t tell if he happened to hear anything that night. But better safe than sorry, just the same.

“Yeah,” I chewed on my lip. “Maybe if we just start kissing a little, like normal?”

“Okay,” he agreed. I turned to him, and he ran his fingers through my hair this time. Progress, at least. He leaned in, and so did I. It was slow, and gentle… Too much so, really, like it was the end of our first date all over again. But slowly it got better, and he ran his fingers deeper into my hair at the back of my neck, and put his other hand on my waist. I wrapped one arm behind his back, and put my other hand on his chest, squeezing the firmness of his muscles under his shirt.

“You look amazing in that dress, by the way!” he murmured into my lips. “I nearly forgot to say.”

“Thank you,” I purred back, nibbling a little on his lower lip. “Just wait until you see what I look like out of it!” I froze, realizing what I’d just said, looking down and away as I felt the unbelievable blush rising up my cheeks. God, that was so not me! I was not that girl, so… so forward, and slutty like that!

Juan took my chin in his fingers, lifting gently, forcing me to look at him again.

“I can hardly wait!” he said, and kissed me again. It was harder this time, rougher… and I loved it! He lowered his hand again… but this time, not to my waist! I gasped into his mouth as I felt his hand starting to squeeze and play, making me tremble in his arms. God, I loved it when he touched me like that! My breasts may not have been very big, but they were firm and round, and so, so sensitive! Having him play with them was just my favourite thing ever, even more than when I let him finger me!

I tugged on his shirt a little, pulling it a bit out of his pants. Stupid me, sending the wrong signals and making him take his hand off my boob! He was undoing buttons, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. Then everything was okay again, his hand back where it belonged, and with the added benefit of getting to play with the firm, smooth muscles of his chest.

“How do I…” he asked, and it was only then that I realized that thing he’d been doing at the back of my neck under my hair had actually been him trying to undo my dress.

“There’s a little hookie-claspie-thing, first,” I told him. “Then the zipper’s under that. I can get it, if you want. It’s kinda tricky if you haven’t seen it before.”

“No, I can get it, I think, now that I know what I’m dealing with. Let me try,” he said, bringing his other hand up to join the fumbling. He did get it done, I’ll say that much for him, even if it took him about ten times longer than it would have taken me.

“There! Got it!” he grinned, and despite myself I had to laugh at how proud of himself he was. “Now… will me efforts be rewarded? Do I get to see?”

I bit my lip, holding my dress up against myself with my hands, smiling and shaking my head.

“You first!” I told him. He grinned, obviously game. He stood up, quickly unfastening his belt and jeans, dropping them to the floor and stepping out. Ugh! The cheater! He was wearing black boxer-briefs, and in the dimness of the room that meant I couldn’t see a thing!

“Your turn!” he grinned. I scowled at him, letting him know just exactly how unfair I was finding this all… but he just stayed there grinning at me, his male obliviousness shielding him effortlessly from the heat of my glare. So I stood, turned to face away from him, took a deep breath to steady myself… and lowered my arms, letting my dress slowly slip down to pool at my ankles, holding my breath in suspense and worry and hope.

“God damn!” he swore reverently, and that was finally enough to give me the courage to twist around at my waist. His eyes were just about popping out of his head, tracing me up and down so intently I could feel it like a pressure on my skin.

“You like what you see?” I asked, and he just looked at me like I was crazy, nodding slowly up and down. I giggled—actually giggled, like a little girl! I hadn’t giggled like that in years! But I just couldn’t help it, seeing him reacting to me like that!

I turned the rest of the way and walked over to him, slowly, swaying my hips. That didn’t come naturally to me, not like it did to all those curvy-girl relatives of his I’d been spending my day with, but I could do it when I put my mind to it. He took me into his arms, hands on my hips, as I nuzzled into his chest, kissing my way up and down that slender little line of hair between his pecs. Sometimes it really sucks, being so short… but cuddling against his chest, while he bends down to kiss me in my hair, is not one of those times! I wrapped my arms around him, exploring the firmness of his back, while his hands went wandering, too. I moaned softly as he squeezed me through the soft red lace, my tiny, firm little butt such a perfect fit for his hands! I’d been really self-conscious about that, when we’d first started dating. My girlfriends had all warned me that Latino guys only liked dating girls with big, Latina asses! Maybe that’s even almost true, statistically speaking… but for Juan, at least, I’d been relieved to find out that was definitely not the case!

My only source of frustration in that moment was that I still had no idea what was hiding under his boxers! I could feel him pressing against me, all hot and hard and ready… but how much time do we spend measuring things by holding them against our bellies? Without being able to either see him, or hold him in my hands, I’d really have no idea. And I couldn’t just reach down and touch him! Ugh, that was so stupid of me! We were about to have sex, for crying out loud! Of course I could touch him, if I wanted to! But… I just couldn’t make myself do it, couldn’t make myself make the first move. So I just stood there like an idiot, uselessly kissing his chest and running my hands up and down his back, while he kissed my hair and fondled my half-naked ass.

“Okay… I know when I’m beaten,” he said, and I looked up in confusion to see him grinning down at me, shaking his head. “The dress was bad enough…” He kissed me on my forehead. “But just looking at that bra of yours, I know I’m gonna need help on this one!”

“Oh!” I giggled again, blushing. “It’s actually not that bad, you know… Here, let me turn around and pull my hair out of the way, so you can actually see what you’re doing! Then you can give it a try!”

It still took him a couple of attempts… mostly because he couldn’t keep himself from leaning down to kiss my exposed shoulder and neck, rather than watching what he was doing. But finally I felt the tension around my chest give… and then his hands, slipping slowly in around my sides, easing under the soft, lacy fabric. I sighed happily, letting my eyes drift closed as I leaned back against his chest, slipping my straps from my shoulders as he squeezed and explored, letting the bra join my dress. I was enjoying it so, so much, especially with the continued kissing of my neck… but eventually I just couldn’t take it any more. The feeling of that hot, tempting hardness was calling my name, pressing against my lower back, driving me insane! I swear I could feel the pounding of my pulse, throbbing almost like a second heartbeat through the flushed, needy flesh under my panties!

“Condoms?” I breathed. Or panted, is more like! Condoms were important! I’d already been on birth control for a couple of months, in anticipation of this day arriving sooner or later, but I was not taking chances! Condoms had been Juan’s job, when I’d laid out my plan to him. I’d be the one doing all the late-night sneaking, since just in case we did get caught it would be better for me to be found in his room, rather than him in mine. But in exchange, making sure he got condoms that fit, and that we’d have enough to last us the week, was all up to him.

“In my bag,” he eagerly confirmed.

“Okay,” I moaned as he gently pinched my nipples the way he knew I liked. I forced myself to pull away, licking and biting my lip as I turned to face him. I tried to be sexy about it, backing away slowly, swinging my hips… and totally misjudged the edge of the bed! At least I didn’t miss, and land my ass on the floor, but I still let out an extremely undignified shriek as I bounced unexpectedly down onto the bedspread.

Juan, meanwhile… I’m honestly not sure he even noticed, with the way his eyes were glued to my firmly jiggling boobs! It was actually the first time he’d ever seen them like this, I suddenly realized. I’d let him get little glimpses, here and there, when I’d been letting him feel me up. But mostly that had all been done under my shirt, not with me taking it off first. Now he was seeing them both, completely naked and without anything but the dimness of the light impeding his view, for the very first time.

“Condom, remember?” I reminded him, smiling and blushing happily at the effect I could see I was having on him.

“Oh! Uh… yeah. Right!” he smiled, turning around and dropping to his knees, rifling through his bag. I pushed myself further back on the bed, biting my lips and testing different arrangements of my legs, trying to arrange myself as seductively as I could, unsure which positioning would show off my sexy little red panties to best effect. Then Juan stood up, still facing away from me, and the boxers finally came off.

My breath caught in my throat. God, that ass! So firm, and round, and perfect! He was partly bent over, fiddling with himself in the shadows where I couldn’t see, trying to get the condom on. And suddenly, I needed to be naked, too! I leaned back, lifting my hips, stripping my panties off as quickly as I could, tossing them aside. I could feel my cheeks burning up, but I so didn’t care! I just needed him! Needed him inside of me, as quickly as possible! Then he straightened up, turning around…

I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been that! I tried not to let my disappointment show, but… he couldn’t have been even four inches long! And maybe the width of two fingers, side by side. And not his fingers, either. My fingers. My delicate, tiny, girly little fingers. He crawled up onto the bed, smiling nervously. So did I… but for all the wrong reasons!

“God, you’re beautiful!” he whispered, moving into place above me. I was frozen, terrified I’d say the wrong thing, frantically trying to convince myself it would be okay. It wasn’t his fault, I told myself! How would I have felt, if he’d rejected me? Because of the size of my boobs, or my butt… things over which I had absolutely no control! He was still the same lovely, beautiful boy he’d been thirty seconds ago. I really, really liked him! Maybe even loved him! How could I reject him now, over something so, so… well, maybe not trivial, let’s be honest. But something so superficial! I wasn’t like that, wasn’t that kind of girl… was I? No, I decided. No, I wasn’t. I wouldn’t let myself be. Be so shallow, and selfish. Just because I’d gotten some preconceived notion into my head, from watching too much porn, alone in my room at night with my phone hidden under the covers with me? No way! And what had I been thinking, allowing myself to use porn as my measure of what to expect from a boy? Did I look like the girls in the porn I watched? Hardly! Most of them had boobs bigger than my head! But Juan still liked me, still thought I was sexy. He liked me for me! Did I owe him anything less?

I reached up to the back of his head, pulling him into a deep, hard kiss. If you don’t trust yourself not to say the wrong thing… try saying nothing at all! And it worked, too. He responded eagerly, leaning into me, his firm, muscled chest squashing hotly against my breasts. I moaned into his lips… now that? That was something I liked! Maybe if I just kept kissing him, kept him pressed tightly down on top of me… if I didn’t have to actually look at it, maybe how small it was wouldn’t bother me so much. He reached down with one hand, supporting himself with the other, and started rubbing himself against my lips. I was still wet, from all the lead up earlier, regardless of how I was feeling about it now. And I’d given him enough training, from when I let him finger me, that he was able to find the right spot. I guess there were some good things, about his size… he didn’t hurt, like, at all.

He started thrusting, and I tried my best to concentrate on how good it felt, having him on top of me, having his firm, sexy body holding me down, making me his. And it’s not like having him inside of me felt bad, exactly. It was pretty much like fingering myself, and I came from that all the time! It just… it wasn’t what I’d hoped for, was all. I’d been expecting stretching. Needing to be careful, taking our time. Working himself in gradually, to give me time to adjust, so it wouldn’t hurt. I’d been expecting, above all, a sensation of being full! And I didn’t get that, not the way I wanted it. It was still…