I remember my first kiss with another boy quite clearly, though some of the finer details have faded into the haze of the years passed since. We were ...uilding a den in a haystack in a barn together. He was a year older than me and my guess is I was around nine or ten. The den was coming along really nicely. Private, secret, with a hidden entrance leading into a short tunnel under the bales that led into the little chamber we had opened out, then covered using lengths of timber and a few bales. He asked me if Mark and I had sex last night. I told him: “No! We didn’t have sex I used my toy again.”I told Mark there would be no sex with Bob until he could do what I wanted him to do. Mark listened and then he asked me if I had made a decision on letting him shave me and maybe he could do what Bob wouldn’t or couldn’t do for me. I told him: “No Mark I hadn’t decided yet.”Then he asked if I would like to park on the way home again like we did yesterday. I told him yes. We talked about my. He slid his left arm further under her and held her in position. That left his right arm and hand free so that he could stroke her back.She lay there acquiescent but rigid."Relax, Sharon, and enjoy," he whispered.No response so he continued to stroke her upper back and shoulders marvelling at the smoothness of her skin. There wasn't a blemish that he could feel.He kept his hand above her waist and resisted moving it anywhere near her breast. He stopped the stroking and gently combed her back. But today it was much less crowded. I was completely unaware of the fact that at morning time trains used to be less crowded. Whatever, I boarded the train and went to meet my granny. I had no plans to stay as I wanted to attend the trip with my friends. I thought it was getting pretty late. I bid goodbye to her and came back to the station. The train was about five minutes due. I could feel the crowd building up in the platform. People from nearby villages had gathered in groups as this was.