She didn’t really like the popular groups, so started hanging around with me and a few of my friends. She reached down, running her hand over the head, almost sending me over the edge. The next day, she had to stay at her mums’ place, where I met her later. She was incredibly pretty, easy to get along with, quite the tomboy, and had no problems getting physical with guys. She promptly agreed. Nothing much came of it, and eventually she left for her room for the night. She gripped mine back, and we sat, lying against each other. It was weird, but we didn’t feel guilty at all, or regret anything. This did not help things, our skin felt amazing touching together, and it only made us want each other more. Around the beginning of year 11, a girl named Jess transferred to our school. I had grown up with both male and female friends, and was comfortable around both.
