Just after I turned eighteen I acquired a new girlfriend. Like me, Amanda had recently turned eighteen. We were just a couple of innocent kids getting acquainted. I was still a virgin at that stage. Whether Amanda was or not I had no idea and there was no way I was going to ask her. I had heard a rumour that she wasn't but at that age boys talk, lying as often as telling the truth. Who am I kidding? Boys flat-out lie. (Not me, of course.)
One Friday evening we went to a show in town. We had access to good, cheap, public transport, so we used it. Both of us lived within a five minute walk to the station.
Heading home after the show we arrived at our station around eleven. It was still a pleasant evening, no need for jackets or anything like that. This didn't stop me cuddling Amanda to me to keep her warm and she didn't object.
There were two ways back to Amanda's place. Straight down the main road to her street and turn right and she was home. The alternative was to turn right as soon as we reached the park, amble slowly through the park, and emerge from the park just around the corner from Amanda's. We naturally chose to amble through the park.
As we crossed the park we passed fairly close to the fences of some houses that bordered the park. There were also some nice trees there, a nice secluded area, and I took the opportunity to kiss Amanda, something she had no objection to.
As we kissed I ran my hands up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her. Okay, my hands dropped a little further than they should and I was caressing her bottom (and a very nice bottom it was) but again, no objections. It wasn't as if we were going overboard, just some gentle cuddling. (I did wonder if Amanda was aware of what she was doing to me. Could she feel my erection through my clothes when I held her against me?)
Somehow or other we finished up sitting on the ground, Amanda sitting between my thighs, head tilted back as I kissed her. It was at this stage that I became a little more adventurous, my hands starting to wander. Nothing serious, of course, just a matter of me stroking the sides of her breasts, finishing up cupping one and massaging it slowly. Her hand came up and covered mine but she didn't push me away.
It was only a matter of time before I slipped her buttons open and slid my hand inside her blouse, brushing along the curve at the top of her bra, and eventually slipping a finger inside her bra, tweaking her nipple.
She moaned softly, quite comfortable with what I was doing, so I naturally expanded my doings. A careful adjustment and her bra came undone, giving me much better access to her breasts. I pushed her bra out of the way, spread her blouse a little wider, and started kissing her breasts.
With no real resistance my hand landed on her knee and started edging upwards. I brushed against her panties and then went slightly higher. A dip inside the waist and my fingers became entangle in her curls.
