In the summer after I was 18 and at the dead end time of life when I was getting ready to do my A levels I stood waiting for the bus home in the town market place. Sarah stood beside me scribbling down something to do with revision. She came closer to me and extracted from the pocket of my regulation white blouse a biro. I don’t know what came over me; I had never done anything like that before and I whispered to her “Put it back slowly.” Now for you blokes this may need a little bit of background filled in. First, about my white blouse. I used to leave home in a respectable one that my dear old mum would approve of and as soon as I got to school would change it for one a size smaller that I had grown out of. I didn’t do this to pick up any of the sixth form lads who tended to be either spotty or full of their own importance. I did it for good female reasons. You see my nipples are very sensitive. I am very fond of them! I have only to gently rub my hand over them just touching them in the lightest way and I come over all wibbly wobbly. Second the biro. I could keep it somewhere sensible but in my top pocket I could just arrange it so that with a tiny bit of movement of my upper body to left and right I could get the biro rubbing against my wonder nips. Sarah showed no surprise and did as she was asked. Her fingers seemed to spend a long time in my pocket and while she was carefully positioning the bic her middle finger reached down and did exactly what I should have wanted it to. It flicked backwards and forwards across my nipple. Then she did something bold. She put an arm round my waist and guided me way from the waiting girls towards a shop window to pretend to look at the clothes in it and with a movement which was over and done with in a second and will, at least I hope so, have been unseen a thumb and forefinger of each hand went rapidly to both nipples and for a tiny moment squeezed them hard. This is something which sends me into an absolute ecstasy. I have to have both squeezed and I go blurry and my eyes go out of focus for a few seconds and then anyone could do anything with me; I am just full of helpless wanting. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said as the bus came. Our first time was quick. Her fingers were in my knickers and round my pussy. I am not a clitty sort of girl – in fact I don’t like having it stroked- but rub both sides and you have me. I was already on hot bricks and it took only a minute or so. I was left dripping, panting, good for nothing and just would have given the world for her somehow to have been inside me. Sarah said afterwards that I squealed but I did honestly try not to. In a minute or two she was off the bus whispering come round to my place and we’ll try my strap-on. That adventure lies for another episode.