But we'll be married then....
Being brought up as a strict Roman Catholic does have its downsides (really!). I had it drummed into me that regardless of whether we had the white dress and party, in the eyes of god once we'd hidden the salami we were married.... Ok...so there I am, sweet 16, first 'serious' boyfriend. He lived about 10 miles away so we used to meet up at weekends at each other's houses. His mum was never in so we were left to our own devices...in fact when she was in she still left us to our own devices....we used to go listen to music in his bedroom....And carry out every position known to man that did not involve tab P in slot V! We had an extremely active sex life....but it was allowed because we weren't actually shagging....see, I'm with Bill Clinton on this one....if you don't shove it in, it doesn't count!

I decided, without telling him, that I would 'let' him pop my cherry (yeah, like there was anything left!) when we had been together one year....We split up after 11 months and he went off with a large ginger girl who gave out to whoever was interested....I said he'd be back within 3 months, he was....she only offered straightforward in & out....not all the other good stuff....But too late....hahahaha! I had discovered the boys' school next door! Woohoo!


But still didn't 'go all the way' for another TWO YEARS!!!! I had crazy ideas of needing to be in love with them....*sigh* all that wasted time....
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 13:21, Reply)