Chapter 2

We were an item, going steady, and having a lot of fun. Her parents were fairly relaxed about our relationship and her two slightly younger sisters were mild annoyances at times, but it was just normal family life. We’d dissappear up to her bedroom, listen to music and pet away to our hearts content. Jayne took to wearing skirts, loose tops and dresses as this made ‘access’ easier without needing to remove garments such as jeans.

When her parents were out, we’d ‘borrow’ a copy of the ‘The Joy of Sex’ that Jayne knew was stored in a cupboard in the bathroom outside their bedroom. There were also huge boxes of condoms, some bottles of lube, and a white vibrator. Reading the book, gave us a great sex education, even though we were still virgins and not sure when to change that status.

I enjoyed learning about her ‘cassolette’ and would spend hours with my head between her thighs, pleasuring her with my tongue and fingers. I appreciated the change in her intimate perfume throughout the month, and especially during her period. We had nobody to tell us what others did or didn’t, so we tried things and explored what worked for us.

Of course, oral isn’t a one way street and I received plenty of blow jobs from Jayne. She swallowed my cum, right from the first time, and we’d always kiss straight afterwards. I remember discussing this with a mate a few years later as his partner had wanted to do this he refused. The feeling that he’d missed out on something is as strong today as it when he told me, some 40 years ago!

A couple of times we were ‘caught’, especially by Jayne’s middle sister who was a year younger than her, but there was no harm or hurt intended - just a curiosity caused by something/someone new in the house.

There were times we were a little more involved, but only when her parents and sisters were safely well away from home. ‘The Joy of Sex’ talked about a soixante-neuf, or 69, and we were hooked on this from the first time we tried it. It was the first time we’d been naked together and we explored each other greedily. Seeing her straddle my face as she lay down me to suck my cock was wonderful.

We’d often masturbate together and I loved to watch her cum, and to see her using that white vibrator from the cupboard in her parent’s bathroom. She realised quicker than I did that her Mum must use (share!) the same toy but when I did realise, it was a thrill!

Yet we were still virgins and a natural caution was still stopping us from going further. And then came our Christmas - and a drunken conversation with her Dad.