" D'you need anyone to make up the numbers?" I ask, earning a sternstare from my mother. "...What?" You're lucky enough that I'm letting you go to Wal...s on Monday," mumsays. "I'm not letting you go to this party as well. Next year, whenyou're eighteen, then yes." ...Fine," I sigh, sitting back with a pout as my brother smiles smuglyat me."And aren't you working on New Year's Day?" Mum asks, deepening mypout."Maybe," I mumble."Translation: yes," mum says, making the others giggle at my. . NOW!"I flinched when she shouted and then looked back at the boy. His mouth was open and he panted like a dog. I stared at him -- and he stared at me."Have you ever had sex?" I finally asked, my voice quivering."I grabbed a girl's tits once but she scratched my face and ran away." Did you see them?" See what?" The girl's breasts." No, she was wearing a shirt."I hesitated and bit my bottom lip, and then with my eyes lowered I said, "Would you like to see mine?" Shit yeah!"With trembling hands,. He went to collect his car while I went through the usual lock-up process. Soon, I was climbing into Paul's Range Rover full of excitement for an early finish and in the knowledge that Tom, a handsome guy from college, was due to be arriving tonight. After seeing all those naked guys earlier, my mind had wandered and I'd phoned Tom. Now I was a least hoping to get some action with him. Paul drove us into the countryside towards my farm and our conversation was light. Then, suddenly, his. She had only been 16 for a few hours, and she didn't feel that different. But maybe that had less to do with how old she was, and more to do with what was between her legs. She looked at herself, naked, in the mirror. Her copper and black hair usually fell well past her shoulders, but she had cut it especially for today so that it would not cover her B cup breasts. It now ended at the neckline. She raised her arms and checked for stubble under each armpit, until she was satisfied that she was.