Summer 1976 was hot, ridiculously so. When we finished school, I lived in floaty dresses and as little underwear as I could get away with—ok, sometimes none at all. I'd known G all the way through senior school. I'd liked him from the start, in the way that you do when you are still really only a kid. Then I fancied him. He's not an Adonis type, but he's a really nice, decent guy, intelligent, articulate, and generally ni...

It was that hot summer of 1976. I'd known B for about six years, all the way through senior school. I knew she was a great kisser. She knew how to use her lips, and her tongue seemed to have a life of its own. I'd first discovered that a year or so ago in a teenage fumble while walking home one evening. Then, about a week before this story, we clicked. B had great tits, soft and full with large sensitive nipples that I kn...

[B] I planned it all, and it worked to perfection. As soon as R told me G was coming to her wedding on his own, I decided. You can call it old time's sake or whatever you like. I call it lust. [G] R was an old school friend. She and B had been almost joined at the hip. She was the first of our group to marry. My girlfriend, younger than us, had just started university and wasn't coming along. I almost didn't go myself; it...