I heard Janet come to bed just before midnight, and then I heard various sounds suggesting she was still not asleep. At about half-past midnight, however, the house was quiet. I had to decide. Jenny and I had not slept together yet - we had been seeing each other for just over a week. Nor had we had sex. Did I dare make my first play here in her house, under the same roof as her mother. I thought again of her pretty face, her long shapely legs, and her trim figure. I dared! I got up, put on a dressing gown over my pyjamas, and donned a pair of slippers. Cautiously I went to the door, opened it, and looked out into the corridor. One small lamp had been left on, but it was enough to find my way by. Fearful of creaking floor boards, I crept down to Jenny's door. Slowly I turned the knob and opened the door, slipped into the room, and closed the door. When I released the knob, there was a sound like a pistol shot as the catch jumped back. From the bed, I heard a sigh, a mumble, and a creak of the springs as she turned over. I wasn't worried about waking Jenny up, of course, it was her mother I did not want to disturb. I crossed the pitch-black room in the direction the noise had come from. To Jenny's bed.

I seated myself on the edge of the bed.

"David?" She stirred and spoke my name. I replied with a mumble, and she sat up and reached across to the switch of the bedside light. I blinked at the unaccustomed glare, but could make her shape out, sitting up in bed, bedclothes pulled up under her chin. I sat on the edge of the bed.

"What do you want?" she asked, rather ingenuously, I thought.

"It's not very warm - can I get beside you?" I replied. She hesitated, and then turned back the bedclothes a little, moving over to make room for me. I got in and snuggled down. But she moved away so our bodies did not touch, obviously not wanting me there. Never one to force myself on a girl, I talked to her for a while, in a whisper, and then left her with a passionate goodnight kiss, and returned to my own room and my own, solitary bed.

The next night was almost the same. After a very happy day, during which the nocturnal wanderings were not even mentioned, we retired and I waited as before. Once again I crept down the corridor and let myself into her room. Again she let me into her bed, and this time she did not shrink away from me quite as much. I found her lips with mine, and she responded, her tongue shyly meeting mine - just the tip - and allowing mine a little way into her mouth. But as soon as I moved a hand towards her breasts, she pulled away.

"I think you had better go now!" she whispered. I was unable to protest because an argument would have made too much noise and awakened her mother, so again I returned to a lonely bed, and this time to the consolation of masturbation. However, next morning, as I prepared to leave, her mother invited me back the following weekend, so hope lived on.

The next week we arrived on the Friday night as before. The weekend began well. Jenny's mother, Janet, went to bed early, and Jenny and I watched the late night film - not exactly pornographic, but at least a little hot. During it we kissed a lot, and I managed to cover her breasts with my hand, over the top of her dress, of course. I didn't try to push anything, waiting until I could visit her in her bed, but I remained full of hope. I had just lit a last cigarette when she suddenly gave me a peck on the cheek and told me she was going up. I bade her goodnight, and finished my smoke, full of anticipation.

In my bedroom I undressed quickly, put on a dressing gown, and left my bedroom. I reasoned that Janet had been in bed some time, and would certainly be asleep, so there was no reason to delay. Reaching Jenny's door, I opened it quietly and went inside. She made no sound as I entered the room, and the lights were all off, so I assumed she had dozed off. I crossed the room carefully in the dark and arrived at the bed. Gently I lowered myself to sit on the edge, and removed all my clothes.....(cont)