I was blindfolded and girl was brought to me, her lips were closed tight, but I didn't know the rules, and instead of just a quick kiss, I put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her. She slapped me and I got to see who the girl was. She was an extremely pretty girl. She had deep brown eyes and jet black hair and the most beautiful honey colored skin. I apologized but she was still angry.
My cousin brought her to sit beside me and told her I was visiting and didn't know the rules. My cousin took my arm and put it around her shoulders. I had never held a girl like that, much less the pretties girl I had ever seen. I got aroused and it was obvious and a couple of the boys pointed it out and embarrassed me. I was told to get on her and show her how much I liked her. She was pulled back on to the floor and I was pushed on top of her.
We were surrounded and told to have sex. Somehow my pants were pulled down and so were hers, until they got them off of her feet and I was lying on top of her between her legs and I inserted my penis in her. She was totally quiet, with her mouth tightly shut and I tried me best to be gentle but the crowd wouldn't let up.
After they let us get dressed, I went to her and told her that it wasn't what I wanted but they forced me.
The next day she came to my uncle's house with her parents and I was forced to admit it, there were lots of witnesses. I was told that I was going to get married. I was fifteen and she was thirteen. My parents had to fly over, and my mother wore black. We were married three weeks later at a civil ceremony, she wasn't allowed a religious wedding because of how she was getting married. Papers and passports and written permissions and she returned to the states with me.
She is the most beautiful woman any man could want. She is a perfect wife. I am what I am because she is with me, and she made me. She was the adult when I was still a kid. While I had to grow up, she was grown up when she got off the plane. We have two kids, both are now grown men with families of their own. They are better men because of the mother they have.
It took until long after I had graduated from college for me to get serious. She waited a long time for me to become a man. I hope that I have been able to prove to her how much she means to me and how much I love her, and that I have lived up to be the man she deserved.