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further developments will be thrilling, not disappointing. And so our sock-less feet explored each other under the protective cover of our coats, that night in the bus, surrounded by some forty classmates, none of whom had any idea what was going on, nor were they supposed to, which made the whole thing even more exciting. At some point our hands found together, too, and that doubled our state of excitement. Now our feet and our hands were touching and caressing each other and I was blissed out and kept holding my breath the entire time. My heart was beating like crazy. We didn’t say a word. And we didn’t kiss. That would have certainly attracted attention. Back home, alone, I kept remembering how our feet and hands had touched. As ever after an experience like this, I was in complete turmoil and couldn’t sleep.
     
    Next day in school was really exciting. Deep glances that went under the skin and this terrible not knowing of what was what. After all, he was already spoken for. And since there were no mobiles and no Internet (text messaging and emails are definite flirt propellants!) we had to write little notes to each other. In one of those he confessed his love for me, and one day after school he came home with me. Of the many advantages of both parents working, the best clearly is the fact that, as a teen, you have the run of the house in the afternoons. We sat next to each other on the settee and chatted about this and that, being exceedingly cool and nonchalant. Why is it one feels obliged to act so cool and disinterested at moments while inside one feels like going crazy? Then, finally, the moment of deliverance! We took up where we had left off on the bus. We touched each other’s hands and our hands started to caress each other. We didn’t say a word. And then finally, having moved closer and closer together, we kissed. He was quite good at it. Actually he kissed really well; it was a pleasure to kiss him. Kissing is so important! For me, kissing opens all the locks and gates. Kissing is so arousing, I’ve had to put panties into the dryer just from kissing! But if someone is a bad kisser, all the magic vanishes in one single moment, followed by bleak disillusionment and dark disappointment. If he can’t kiss, he won’t be able to make up for it in bed, either. It would in fact be best to just send him home the moment you realize you are not impressed by the quality of his kissing. But most of the time, we aren’t brave enough to do this (why is that?!) and so we end up with the same kind of botch-up job in bed.
     
    But Number Two was great. And so we were soon lying on the settee, making out like crazy. I was so aroused that I rubbed myself against his leg and came very quickly and unnoticed: my lovely Number Two never noticed a thing! Aside from some heavy snogging and petting with our clothes on and hands inside of sweaters from the waist up, there was nothing doing. And in any event, I wanted to have matters clarified first. He immediately said he would split up with his girlfriend so that he could be with me. I felt a bit uneasy. I wasn’t quite sure of him and didn’t really know where I wanted to go with this, and whether I actually wanted it to go anywhere. Then again, he had this really sweet girlfriend and I, still a spotty teenie-girlie, just could not imagine that he would want to exchange this sweet, tender, beautiful girlfriend for me. What a mess!
     
    But somehow, some time later, we managed to go steady. He had split up with his girlfriend and I had committed myself to him. Even though he was by no means the coolest guy in school and I would have scored considerably more kudos points with a different conquest, which at that age is not exactly unimportant. And so my Number Two and I kept fumbling and making out and making out in my parent-free home in the afternoons and felt our way further and further along. I was extremely panicked that he would touch me down THERE. OK, I’d been