It will be a few years before I’d start to wonder whether Becca is lying to make me more comfortable. Becca wants to know if you’ll go out with her. Xxnx As soon as I start to stroke her hardening nipples, some boys walk by, all three from my year group. So I head back to the punch bowls – big glass urns full of brightly coloured, questionable liquids – refill my cup and wonder what’s been added to that mélange of unsweetened juices and slippery fruit. The Dutch boy’s foreskin partially covers the head of his penis, just like mine. We are kissing and tonguing each other much like the Dutch kids I’ve been staring at all night.
