My first was with a boy called Freddy, and I liked it. My second was with a very handsome, hunky Italian boy on a school trip abroad - name, unlike his kiss, long forgotten Tongues - and me only 14 with not a clue that such things happened! When I escaped his clutches for the safety of my hotel room I was sick and my friends had to take care of me and put me to bed! Traumatised! Needless to say, I've got the hang of it since. :o)
So girls and boys, tell us your story. How was it for you?
ahh the memories.. we still laugh about it now. Aged 13-14 we covered ourselves with a large kellogs cardboard box round the back of the local buywise shop. The reason was to stop my younger brother seeing what we were doing. I just somehow knew what to do and it seemed to go on forever - until the box got lifted by my curious brother. If you are still around Julie -...
Some of these answers really made me laugh - especially those from the blokes. I wish I could give more than one best answer but as it is I have to award it to squitty for being up for it again with Kellogg’s boxes and Julie. Oh the romance of it all! :o)