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alarm bells ringing in my mind but I was well-used to her chatting up every man – in fact any man – with whom she came into contact. It was after all the whole purpose of our regular strolls through West London with our school skirts hitched high on our thighs. ‘Oh come on Miranda, it’ll be fun; he’s good-looking and his friend really wants to see you and you have to come with me.’
Despite some initial reservations I agreed, as I always did, to go along with Jennifer’s plan. We set off after classes to meet her new man and his ‘friend’ who had clearly been earmarked for me. Although Jennifer was the one who always did all of the talking, we both knew that I was the one to whom most of the men were attracted. It was therefore nothing out of the ordinary for Jennifer’s guy, Ron, to start chatting me up as soon as we met. It did not upset Jennifer at all; she was equally happy getting to know his friend and I was pleasantly surprised by Ron’s good looks.
It was a rainy afternoon when we all met outside Ron’s parents’ house, a mile or two from my school. It seemed only natural to accept the boys’ invitation to ‘come into the garage to get out of the rain’. What was perhaps not quite so natural was that two mattresses had been laid out on the garage floor with a few blankets to transform them into useable, if temporary, beds. There was, as you will already have guessed, a certain inevitability about what was to happen over the next half-hour. Ron was kissing me and his friend was kissing Jennifer and things just rolled along a little bit too quickly for me to think. I lay down on the bed with Ron and didn’t really resist when he started stroking my body. Boys had touched me before but not quite in the urgent and intimate way he was touching me now. I can’t pretend that I was enthralled by what was happening but I went along with it willingly enough. It all just sort of happened, really.
Looking back on the events of that afternoon, it is obvious that those two 26-year-olds had planned all along to seduce us with the minimum of fuss and effort. Being half their age, both virgins and still at school we must have been the easiest oftargets. The only thing that might have given me pause for thought was if they had not used ‘protection’. The story of my own birth-mother’s pregnancy from her first sexual encounter was always in my mind. But Ron and his friend had each come prepared with condoms and that was never an issue.
The precise details of this distinctly unromantic tryst are now a little hazy. The lights were on in the garage but Jennifer and I were both lying under blankets. I was still wearing most of my school uniform and worried that it was getting damp and creased. I certainly remember being self-conscious about my body as Ron fumbled his way inside my clothes while continuing to smother me with kisses. I don’t think he even undressed me completely, just unbuttoning my white school blouse, lifting my skirt up and pulling off my pants.
There was the briefest of pauses in his attentions as he slipped a condom on under the blanket and I was aware that Jennifer was lying a few feet away. Her guy was by now on top of her and she was making all of the correct ‘Ooh-ah… I am really enjoying this’ sort of noises. A few moments later I was conscious of a tight, painful sensation as Ron entered me and started rocking backwards and forwards. I think I made a few ‘Ooh ah’ noises as well, although the truth is that I was thinking: ‘Oh God, this isn’t really very nice at all. It’s bloody uncomfortable. If this is what it is all about, I am not interested anymore.’ In common, I believe, with many women’s own experiences, the most charitable thing I can say about my first fuck was that it didn’t last very long. Ron seemed to come very quickly.
I received a few slightly more perfunctory kisses as Ron rolled off of me and lay for a moment under the blanket. Theothers had clearly
Despite some initial reservations I agreed, as I always did, to go along with Jennifer’s plan. We set off after classes to meet her new man and his ‘friend’ who had clearly been earmarked for me. Although Jennifer was the one who always did all of the talking, we both knew that I was the one to whom most of the men were attracted. It was therefore nothing out of the ordinary for Jennifer’s guy, Ron, to start chatting me up as soon as we met. It did not upset Jennifer at all; she was equally happy getting to know his friend and I was pleasantly surprised by Ron’s good looks.
It was a rainy afternoon when we all met outside Ron’s parents’ house, a mile or two from my school. It seemed only natural to accept the boys’ invitation to ‘come into the garage to get out of the rain’. What was perhaps not quite so natural was that two mattresses had been laid out on the garage floor with a few blankets to transform them into useable, if temporary, beds. There was, as you will already have guessed, a certain inevitability about what was to happen over the next half-hour. Ron was kissing me and his friend was kissing Jennifer and things just rolled along a little bit too quickly for me to think. I lay down on the bed with Ron and didn’t really resist when he started stroking my body. Boys had touched me before but not quite in the urgent and intimate way he was touching me now. I can’t pretend that I was enthralled by what was happening but I went along with it willingly enough. It all just sort of happened, really.
Looking back on the events of that afternoon, it is obvious that those two 26-year-olds had planned all along to seduce us with the minimum of fuss and effort. Being half their age, both virgins and still at school we must have been the easiest oftargets. The only thing that might have given me pause for thought was if they had not used ‘protection’. The story of my own birth-mother’s pregnancy from her first sexual encounter was always in my mind. But Ron and his friend had each come prepared with condoms and that was never an issue.
The precise details of this distinctly unromantic tryst are now a little hazy. The lights were on in the garage but Jennifer and I were both lying under blankets. I was still wearing most of my school uniform and worried that it was getting damp and creased. I certainly remember being self-conscious about my body as Ron fumbled his way inside my clothes while continuing to smother me with kisses. I don’t think he even undressed me completely, just unbuttoning my white school blouse, lifting my skirt up and pulling off my pants.
There was the briefest of pauses in his attentions as he slipped a condom on under the blanket and I was aware that Jennifer was lying a few feet away. Her guy was by now on top of her and she was making all of the correct ‘Ooh-ah… I am really enjoying this’ sort of noises. A few moments later I was conscious of a tight, painful sensation as Ron entered me and started rocking backwards and forwards. I think I made a few ‘Ooh ah’ noises as well, although the truth is that I was thinking: ‘Oh God, this isn’t really very nice at all. It’s bloody uncomfortable. If this is what it is all about, I am not interested anymore.’ In common, I believe, with many women’s own experiences, the most charitable thing I can say about my first fuck was that it didn’t last very long. Ron seemed to come very quickly.
I received a few slightly more perfunctory kisses as Ron rolled off of me and lay for a moment under the blanket. Theothers had clearly
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