Janine and I had been going out for a couple of months. I was 15, she a little less than a year younger. Although both awash with teenage hormones, I was somewhat naive and Janine was quite moral – she had made it clear early on that ‘going all the way’ was totally out of the question.
That’s not to say we didn’t play, of course. French kissing was still tremendously exciting, and the sweet taste of her young mouth, the feel of her tongue against mine, consistently made me hard in my pants. I was sometimes allowed to put a hand down the back of her jeans and feel up her smooth bare bottom underneath her knickers.