HOT AS HELL
Giggling as I popped a new tape into my dad’s video recorder, I turned to my boyfriend Jonathan with a cheeky grin. ‘Let’s do it,’ I smiled, tugging at his trousers.
As teenagers, we were the epitome of love’s young dream.
I fancied the pants off of Jonathan, and we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other for a second.
And with my parents away for the weekend, we decided to spice things up.
We’d been friends since we’d met when we started at secondary school, age 11, and we’d been inseparable ever since then.
As we got older, friendship blossomed into romance, and with our teenage hormones running rampant, we were all over each other.
As I
