“I know you do”, she said, suddenly moving her hand up to my panties and slipping her fingers in me. “I can’t drive with you doing that” I s...id. “Let’s go back then” she said, smiling eagerly at me. I couldn’t refuse her any longer, so I gave in to her pleads. “Okay”, I said, seeing the relief come over her face. She moved her hand away so we could wait until we got back, the anticipation almost killed me, I me was dying, pleading, begging for her touch. I needed it now, I was desperate, I. 'What do you think would happen if I let them see my tits'. I asked my boyfriend, studying his facial reactions to my daring act, my nipples a deep red, from the normal soft pink and standing hard with sexual desire, something the cool surrounding air masked, but he could hear it in my voice, all thick with desire?'Do you want them to see you like that', he asked me, his voice showing a reaction to mine and the bulge in his shorts confirming my tease was working?'I want to be completely naked. I can’t get nostalgic over the pictures of Madonna, models in woollen leggings or Princess Diana, and stills from Dirty Dancing mean little since I never watched the film. At least the lager is cold and strong. Pie waves as I walk in. He’s got his usual pint of bitter and is happily tucking into a packet of crisps. The empty packets on the table say much about his appetite for unhealthy snacks — and the standard of staff in the pub. We exchange greetings and then we have a discussion about. You’re going to Hell for what you’ve done. Being gay is a sin. Ignoring the thoughts I sat in my usual spot in the front. Michelle sat across from me at smirked without saying a word. What happened replayed in my head over and over. I can’t believe what just happened. I had to quickly but the thoughts behind me as the “cool” kids came on the bus. Sadly one of them was my brother and the other was Ken. Most of the cool kids sat in the back, but since Ken always got in trouble and had to sit in.