I would do her too. With Janet’s rapt attention to my groin and my own touch as I manipulated myself for her, I was soon growing. Fine by me. So, a letter describing ‘pussy sliding’ piqued her interest at once. They thought that others may identify with some of the situations and suggested I tidy them up into a story and post them on your forum. I never planned on these thoughts going public. For a short while I got together with a girl, Ruth, from my own school. By the skin of my teeth, I had scraped through. I stared in silence, more than was polite, but sod politeness. Her shyness conquered, she would happily get naked with me now, and not only in my bedroom (thinking back though, but we also never did anything in hers, although her house was as often as empty as mine. Despite it featuring often in the magazine stories, neither of us raised the idea of oral sex. In fact, her parents seemed to be away most weekends at that time; strange.)
Just a few miles from our neighbourhood was a secluded spot on the River Avon, where teenagers would go to swim, snog and have sex. One story included detail of a boy, masturbating alone, after an unfulfilling date with a girl; I knew that
