I'm 32 and have a pretty good life at the moment. Divorced 10years ago, I have been partying ever since. I suppose I have been making up for lost time because my marriage was based pretty much on a schoolgirl crush and took place when I was in my teens. The care free days my friends enjoyed were, for me, a period of nursing a slob who went from being looked after by his mummy to having a young wife running around after him. He couldn't do a damn thing around the house or feed himself and my role seemed to be that of a mother and any notion of equity which you would expect to find in a modern relationship was alien to him.

It wasn't always like that but we did start out together when I was 15 and at school. I had a bit of a crush on him after returning to school from the summer break to find he had grown about 4 inches in height and had matured a little. The peach fuzz on his chin, his pride and joy, was a bit of a turn on. Well it would be to a girl only months from her 16th birthday.

I got talking to him in class, opening the conversation as you do at that age with a grunt. “All right? Wots that on your face?”

“Oh, er, yeah, I forgot to shave this morning” He replied. This morning I thought. More like this week but I smiled sweetly and stroked his chin gently. “Looks good on ya, I like it,”. His face split from ear to ear with a smile, male ego became inflated, and then his face turned a vivid shade of red as the rest of the group started jeering ans teasing him.

From that point onwards we became quite close, spending lunch break together and meeting up after school and at weekends. It was assumed that we were an item but we hadn't actually sealed the deal so to speak. To be honest, in those days teenagers were a little less forward in sex than they are today. That's not to say we didn't, it was just not so “in ya face”. Boys were more shy about it and us girls didn't want to get a reputation. More than 1 partner a term would brand you a sl*g.

We became “official” a couple of days after Guy Fawlks night. We had a bit of a falling out because he had gone to a football match on the Sunday instead of coming over for lunch with my parents. Hell! I felt so grown up arranging for him to come and he just blows me out because he was a bit tired. It took me until Friday to calm down. I blanked him all week at school and only started to talk to him when he asked If I was interested in going to the Christmas party. I was and all hostilities ended.

We met up that evening and resumed our relationship as though the previous week had never happened. On Saturday he can around and we watched Live and Kicking together laughing at the sad loser's on the TV and cuddling up on the sofa. My mum and dad had just gone out shopping for new curtains so I new they would be out most of the day. Poor dad ;-(

As we cuddled I started to stroke his leg, moving my hand nearer and nearer to his crotch. I could feel a bulge and so I placed my hand on it, squeezing gently. Turning my head towards his we kissed. A long tongue twisting snog, both of us becoming more animated. Sliding my hand in to his jeans I could feel him trying to burst out. I undid them and his boxer shorts were pushed though the opening. I ran my hand along him, scratching the end gently through the cotton wit my nails. Suddenly he quivered and became wet. He looked so embarrassed but I slowly lifted his boxers out of the way and lowered my head. Licking and cleaning like a cat with cream. He remained aroused and very hard so I sat across his lap and gyrated on him as Simon and Trevor hosted a puerile game show on the TV

From that moment we were “going steady” and sex was a regular part of our relationship, maybe the main part. I had always been highly sexed and at last I could satisfy my urges with another.