16 legal and oh so ready...

I turned 16 and was now working. Okay, so it was only a stupid govt. scheme, but I was out of the house and mixing with males!
I was still essentially shy, but underneath I was simmering with unspent desires. I fluttered my lashes at anything that stood still long enough! At the factory, most of the males seemed out of my league – drinkers and smokers and loud. Then I was smitten with the quietest of the bunch, his name was Phillip. Soft looking lips, with the hint of a tash and sparkly eyes that hinted of desire. But despite my efforts (and the efforts of the girls I did not even get a store room fumble with him.)

By now I was doing a college day out scheme, mixing with boys more my own age. One such time as a group we went on an outward bound weekend, during which again I was smitten, but both of us shy alls we did was simper and hold hands. The next outward-bound course I went on was the weekend of my 17th birthday. It was on this one that I ‘hooked up’ (sort of) with Dave…. oh boy, was he a bad one! Noisy, mischief and ringleader. How the hell? I had my first FULL ON SNOGFEST on the top of a mountain in Derbyshire at midnight – surrounded by 20 others singing Happy Birthday to me. That night I could not sleep …

After the weekend away we continued to see each other, the next weekend meeting up on our push bikes at a local nature reserve (hey, both on a low wage and no money). We stopped in a bird hide for a cuddle (and fumble). God he was a daring one, trying his best to undo my bra, failing I might add. His hands were everywhere, but I was not stopping him, it was too good. There sexual tension between us, I so wanted to lay down and submit, but good girls did not do that and so I held back. THEN he murmured in my ear – “hold this….” So I held out my hand……WTF!!
He had put his penis in my hand….urgh and it was all clammy, not at all what I had expected. I took fright, and jumped away from him,
No, no no, not that, not here I said in desperation. Righting my clothes I gathered my composure and made to leave the hide, suggesting he join me when he was likewise. We rode home in silence, the air still crackling with desire. He said he would ring me……he never did. If I had given him what he wanted, would he have rung me?