After I lost my virginity to Derek I felt liberated. Particularly as Jennifer and her boyfriend John, were sexually active too so we became a regular foursome. I liked that as her boyfriend had a car so when it was raining we could at least kiss and cuddle in reasonable comfort.
I was writing home every week to mother telling her all about my school work, and I also wrote to Emma. As I said before, I always felt I could tell Emma anything and she would keep it to herself, so to her I told her about the new friends I'd made, in particular Jennifer and Derek and how we would go places together. I told her how we'd go to the pubs where I had started drinking, then on to the dance and how I was learning to dance.
She wrote back and told me she was happy for me, that I deserved to get out and enjoy myself, and to 'be careful' and that whatever I told her would not go any further. (She knew mother would have a fit to find out I was drinking and dancing with men). It was a relief to have someone to confide in after all the restrictions that had been placed on me at home. In the letter she also enclosed what she called, "A little something to help out with my pocket money", she knew how little I had to live on so I was glad to get her help.
That was the start of a regular correspondence between us, her letters were long and she encouraged me to tell her about what my friends and what we did together as well as my studies. I told her about the pictures we would go and see, the dances we went to and how I would be invited into the residence on occasion to play cards or board games with Jennifer and other girls, it was a lot of fun particular on Sunday afternoons.
Jenny was quite open about her relationships with John, and although I would sometimes be embarrassed by things she said I would be thrilled too. Often just before leaving the dance hall she would say something to me like, "well time to take our knickers off" or, "time for a shag" and we would go to the ladies room and remove them so the shagging would be more comfortable.
A word about the terminology I'm using here. Words like 'knickers' and 'arse' are universal enough that all readers are familiar with. In the U.K. then we didn't use the term 'fucking', we called it 'shagging'. Breasts we called 'paps' rather than 'tits' and our vagina was called a 'quim' and a 'fud'. I don't remember when I first found out or heard the terms 'tits, 'pussy' or 'cunt', it might have been from the porn I read, just as it was after I emigrated to Canada I heard it referred to as a 'Beaver'. Having sex was regarded as 'shagging', so should I use a term the reader is not familiar with, just contact me and I will explain, although here I will use the more universal terminology which I hope will make my writing more enjoyable for most people.
It was still mostly 'knee tremblers' in doorways and there was something exciting about knowing they were doing it too, on occasion I could hear her as she could get quite vocal. We were usually within talking distance of one another so when we were finished we would get back in the car and John would drive us home.
Emma's letters were always long as she would give me all the news from home, and she often had questions for me about what I had told her about my life at University, in particular about the friends I made and Derek in particular. After I had written about something we had done she wrote back and asked me if I had done, 'anything naughty' with him. As I said I always felt I could trust her and wrote back and told her that "yes I had been deflowered" and was enjoying our dates more than ever as a result, as we both enjoyed his 'playing with the petals.'
