Our first time
I had been going out with Christine since I was fifteen, she was only six months older than me but as the school year went this meant she was a year ahead of me in school. I’d just turned sixteen two weeks ago. I had just finished playing tennis and was on my way to Christine’s house. I knocked on the door and Christine answered, I looked into her crystal blue eyes and she smiled back at me, the little dimples on her cheeks deepened. ‘Hiya.’ She said. ‘Hiya.’ I replied. ‘Come in then, we’ve got...