Chapter 1

I was just eighteen when I had my first sexual experience with a girl. It started off as a prank gift from my older siblings Jonny and sister, Lousy. And it was the best fucking present I ever had.

Wait, stop! I haven’t even introduced myself. My birth name is Nicholas, but friends call me Nicky. Some even call me Teddy. You will learn why later. I’m not the tallest chap in the world or even the best looking. But I do have big hands if you know what I mean. More importantly, I learnt very quickly how to please a girl. Not right now obviously. First, I needed to learn the art of seduction.

“it’s time Teddy” Lousy said, as the three of us sat in the beer garden of our local pub, sucking cola through a straw, from a refundable glass bottle and scoffing salt and vinegar flavoured crisps, while our parents were inside knocking back the real stuff, “to introduce you to pussy!” “what the fuck,” I believe, was my first response. “Shut-up you shit and listen” growled my brother Johnny. Lousy then explained that her friend Wendy had agreed, for a fee, to show me around a woman’s body. To be frank I was shitting myself when she first told me. I knew Wendy as we all went to the same school together, but she was three years older than me, and that’s a massive difference when your only just eighteen. Don’t be scared, Lousy reassured, she knows you’re a virgin. “Yeah, thanks’ Lou,” I said, feeling like a little kid attempting to ride his first bike after the stabiliser had been removed and everyone watching.

I was in for a big shock when Wendy arrived carrying a large shopping bag. Wendy had left school now and had gone on to further her education at the local college, as a result, I hadn’t seen her for quite some time and boy had she changed. She was always an all right looking girl, but suddenly she had huge tits. She never had them at school, I thought to myself, I would have remembered. Upon reflection, I think that’s where I got my love of big tits and huge arses, from.

Wendy was a real scream of a girl. She loved having a joke and was generally up for anything. She wasn’t the tallest of girls. I liked that about her It was less intimidating. Oddly, I had never really looked upon her before, as girlfriend potential, maybe it was because of the age difference? But actually, she was really attractive, I now saw her from this new perspective. Her shoulder-length, mousy coloured hair was tinged with blond highlights and had a natural wave towards the ends. Constantly she would brush it behind one ear, and it made her look really sexy. Her perfume, she wore sparingly, and it complimented her natural body scent perfectly. Without realising, I just wanted to breathe her in.

I admit, at first, I tried to wriggle out of going with Wendy, but she soon reassured me and besides, Jonny said he would kick the shit out of me if I didn’t get his monies worth. Lousy handed Wendy a key to our uncle’s static caravan that he had on a nearby holiday park. My mother’s brother lived and worked in Epping, but often he would come to our seaside town to stay in it, over the summer holidays or on family occasions. He said all the while he wasn’t there, we were more than welcome to use it. I don’t think he would have been so casual about it if he knew of Lousy and Jonny’s plan.

“What’s in the bag,” I asked Wendy as she fiddled to unlock the caravan door. I had to say something, her ample arse was staring me right in the face as she stood on the steps at the front door. I had this sudden urge to bite it as it wobbled just inches from my face. Through that figure-hugging dress, I saw the outline of her panties. I followed the knicker-line as they cupped her cheeks and then dived between her crotch.

“This is my tool bag,” Wendy laughed, oblivious to my ogling. “Be patient and you will find out.” When we got inside Wendy went straight to the cupboards and found two glasses. From her bag, she pulled out a large bottle of aviation-grade cider. “First,” she instructed, “we will have a little drink, to calm your nerves.” We sat on a bench outside, shaded by a neatly kept hedge that enclosed my uncle’s plot. While we chatted, she replenished our glasses, several times and soon, due to the alcohol, we were both giggling and flirting with each other. We were having a great time.

“Oh, I nearly forgot, I have something for us to try.” Wendy jumped up from the bench too quickly, the alcohol had made her head spin and she lost her balance. I’m not sure whether she intended to thrust her tits into my face, but I wasn’t complaining. When Wendy returned, she was puffing on a joint. I couldn’t believe my eyes, that Wendy of all the girls from our school would smoke weed. Seconds later she revealed to me the truth. She was a novice junky and began to cough quite aggressively. “Here, have a drag,” She choked, steadying herself on the bench as she experienced the headrush effect. Of course, I obeyed, it was the grownup thing to do. It was expected when you reached eighteen.

Not everything in the caravan garden was rosy that day. I’m embarrassed to say that after a couple of pulls on that joint my head too, began to spin. Briefly, we enjoyed our narcotic state, blundering around like a pair of idiots and dancing without music. A moment later and without warning, the entire contents of my stomach erupted violently. Sadly, Wendy stood in the line of fire wearing that pristine white dress. If there was a bright side, at least it was the hottest day of the summer. I apologised repeatedly and suggested, if she was to take it off I would wash it for her. “it’s better to go home with a wet dress,” I said, “than smelling of puke.” It seemed the right thing to say at the time.