Greg's with me, so I must be almost fourteen. He looks dazed. I look abit bored. I want to get going. I think I enjoyed it. I danced withevery boy I k...ew. I even danced with Greg a couple of times. He wastotally nervous. He seemed too scared to touch me, except round myshoulders or holding my hand. It seemed funny. He must have beenvirtually the only boy there who hadn't felt me up behind the bikesheds. When he asked me it seemed like such a joke. He was the quietone in the corner who nobody. She was hot on my heels to see where my stash of clothing was.Once I showed her the collection I had she insisted on me trying them on. I kept saying no but she kept it up until I gave in so she picked out what she wanted me to put on as I stripped down with my back to her. I did this because as usual I had an erection over the thought of her seeing me in them.With my back to her I put on a lacy pink pair of panties, she told me to turn around and when I did she was shocked to see an erection. She shook my hand and said with a twinkle in her eye, "So pleased to meet you but, I'm sorry I did not catch your name".I played along and replied, "Dale"."Oh, how nice. My very best friend is named Dale, so I'll be able to easily remember you among all these people I'm meeting tonight".I thought, "Cute. Real cute"!There must have been 8 or 9 people there already and I mingled and shared pleasantries up until everyone had arrived which made for about 20 people at the party in addition to. Believe me I know.” A few days later she told me that I was right. She stopped calling the guy and did her best to avoid him and he,d started asking a friend to,go out with him. That summer was an unusual one for England as we actually had a few weeks of hot sunny weather. I was working mostly night security so with wife Sarah doing office work Monday to Friday and the k**s in school when I got up in mid afternoon I often sat in my rear garden in just underpants as only Franny,s garden.