I was growing and it surprised me as much as anyone else.

The painfull nipples on my chest became inflated into proper “bosoms”, as my mother described them or “breasts” as my father chose to describe them.

For a while I was obsessed with them and spent ages staring at them to see if they would grow more.

This obsession was shared with the boys in my school who tirelessly sought to see and touch them. Visits to the cinema was the chosen line of attack. It was there I discovered that not all boys are the same and engaged in what can only be described as mutual exploration.

I didn’t have a regular boyfriend although a few thought they were.

It started with kissing and I was amazed that something so simple could 1) increase your heartbeat (we checked) 2) make you breathless and 3) make you feel funny.

I resisted advances on my breasts, partly because they were still tender and boys tended to grab. My resistance was reinforced by mum’s decision that I needed a bra and attempts to access them became a complicated obstacle course.

Due to an unforeseen pregnancy for the daughter of one of my mother’s friends, I had also been taken to our family GP for birth control tablets. Within days I had severe symptoms and he prescribed an alternative but with similar outcomes. Some forms of birth control were considered one step short of torture by my mother, me or both. The GP consulted widely until a month or so before my sixteenth birthday a suitble pill was found. I had no intention of stopping my exploration of boys and I suddeenly became the most popular girl in school

The assaults on my chest wasn’t one way traffic because I was curious about boys’ bodies. Strangely this was still a battle as boys were only too keen to get me to touch them, while I explored their lengths and hardness outside their trousers. I had no intention of allowing things to progress too far.

I had been going out with boys for many months and enjoyed the regular visits to the cinema or on walks in the local hills. It was Ronnie who first got into my bra. He was the same age as me but delicately built, although small and wiry is probably a better description.

We lay on a soft mossy bank surrounded by gorse bushes and he had been kissing me deeply for perhaps half an hour while trying to get inside my blouse. I sighed and laughed as I lay on my back (legs tightly closed of course) as his tongue fenced with mine. I was totally safe as each of his hands held my wrists above my head.

His lips moved from mine and his tongue dippedd into my ear and an electric shock curled my toes. Just as the jolt faded andI began to recover, his mouth found my neck and my stomach began to simmer as his head moved downwards. I was in heaven with trills running through my body.

His head sank lower and a partially unbuttoned blouse allowed access to a gossamer covered breast. My nipples were hard and I felt hils lips circle one and the tongue lapped at it.

My hands were still above my head but he no longer hed them and his agile fingers quickly released the remaining buttons and diplacing the brawhile his lips, fingers and tongue sent my very being into paroxysms of ecstacy.

I was drunk on this sensation but wary enough to grasp his hand which had slipped under my skirt and sought my moist, warm mound.

I pulled it away and pressed it upwards,

I released his hand but found instead something hot, slim and long. I looked down to see my first penis.

He touched the back of my hand and moved his fingers back and fore.

He watched as I gripped him by my finger tips and moved my hand as he had indicated. He groaned and fell back before curling around to wach my hand on him.

His shirt was open and I leaned over and licked his chest and began butterfly kisses over his body.

He groaned as though in pain and I lay there with my head on his stomach watching transfixed as my finger stroked on that pure white stalk ringed with red hair.

I wanted it.

What motivated me, I don’t know but I rose up and across before plunging my mouth down on him.

His shriek of pain, joy, shock must have been heard across the valley but I continued to plunge my mouth down on him undeterred.

Thisnwas my first time I didn’t recognise the significance of his shuddering body, the hard throbbing flesh deep in my mouth or the incoherent babble from his constricted throat.

The enormous gush which exploded into my mouth and throat was a surprise but his hand on my head prevented me from pulling back and I found the event delicious – and I mean delicious.

I continued to suck and lick until after his flow had stopped.

Lay apart fora few minutes he began to lick and brush my breasts and nipples with lips and tongue.

Unable to take more I stayed his head with a hand.

“Would you do that again, please.” he asked.

I though for a second or two then shuffled down to his lap

It lay there soft and vulnerable.

I leant forwaeds and licked around the exposed head and it twitched, then twitched again. As it rose I poised my open mth above it before engulfing it accompanied by happy groans from Ronnie.