They all attended the same school, an all boys school, with, frustratingly, an all girls school next door. Frustratingly, because things were arranged so that there was little or no contact between the boys and the girls. Except in one respect. Lunch times overlapped, and there was an area of woodland near the schools where meetings could happen. Of course, it was out of bounds to all students, and dire penalties were threatened. But it could be worth it - the rewards could be great.

Every day they bolted down their lunch, and then sneaked quietly into the woodland, anxious to see if they could find three girls of a similar mind to themselves. Or two girls ... or even one. But nothing. Just a woman who every day hurried along the path through the wood, always at about the same time. But no girls. Until, one day ...

Ahead of them they could see a little group of girls - three? Or four? Three!! They hurried to get close. The girls were the same age as themselves, or perhaps a little older. What the hell - anything would do!

"Hi girls!" said Peter.

"Going our way?" asked Bob.

"Mind if we tag along?" asked David.

The three girls ignored them, but in the absence of a direct refusal, the boys took this as assent, and fell into step with the three young ladies. By listening to the ongoing conversation, they managed to sort out who was who. There was June - a serious looking dark haired girl, Jane, a dizzy blonde, and Janet, a redhead. Inevitably, they called themselves the three Js. When it was time for the girls to return to school, a rendezvous for the next day had been arranged, and the boys were well satisfied. As they too were about to turn back, still discussing the merits of the three girls, the lady who always went through the wood at the same time every day passed them, a small smile of recognition on her face.

For the next few days, the boys managed to meet the three girls in the woods, but never were they able either to get the group into a really secluded part, nor to split up the girls and see them individually. Every day they tried all they knew; everyday, they failed, and everyday they saw the same lady pass at the same time. By now, they were saying hello to her.

Eventually, of course, they wore the three girls down. In a clearing in the very deepest part of the wood, progress was made. Peter got June into a clinch, kissing her so deeply his tongue almost tickled her vocal chords. At the same time, his hand managed to unfasten her blouse, and swiftly he pushed it under her bra - and emerged with a rolled-up hockey sock which had been used to pad things out. Bob tried a different tack. He stood behind Jane, and brought his hands up to cup her breasts, prior to trying to gain access. he got no further - his hands were pushed away, and she turned and slapped his face. David, the most experienced of the three - he had once seen his mother naked in the bath - tried the frontal approach like Peter. First a kiss, and then the slow unbuttoning of the blouse - except that he was doubled up by a knee in his groin before the first button was unfastened.

Aching, with unfulfilled erections, they marched, slightly hunched, back to school, passing the lady who appeared at the same time every day on the way. Her smile of greeting seemed slightly sardonic, slightly knowing, as though she sensed their discomfiture. Later, none of them could have said whose idea it was, but somehow the idea came, was developed, rehearsed, and the next day, put into practice.....(cont)