Soon my cock was rock hard with the foreskin pulled back and the glans engorged and painfully throbbing. I was disappointed. I was having the odd, brief fumble, but nothing like I claimed. But it was not a total loss. We sat at the kitchen table and started flicking through the mags together. What we liked, what we had done, whom we had done it with – the majority of which was bollocks. Still, the lies piqued the interest of some. This time I was certain Janet had cum, which she later confirmed. I was having the odd, brief fumble, but nothing like I claimed. The fact that she didn’t realise that a man could cum by other means would not have occurred to me. The room had fallen silent, the sniggering stopped. Some boy-girl pairs found quiet corners to kiss and grope. All the adults were out that day, either at work or leisure, so we had run of the house. Some occasional giggly kissing. Sex education in those days was also virtually non-existent. Instinctively, Janet reached up and cupped her breasts and stroked them with the palms of her hands. Who was I to argue! I believe both of us wanted to take things further, I know I did.
