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.'
I kind of regretted telling her that after I mailed the letter and thought, "what will be will be" so when I got her reply was quite pleased that instead of scolding me, just told me to be careful. She went on to inform me about safety precautions I could take, of course I already knew about rubbers and the days of my 'cycle', but she also mentioned douches, and creams that would help protect me. In a way her warnings sounded very scary but she at least opened my eyes to the possibility of disease as well as pregnancy. Again she enclosed 'a little something' to help me buy what I might need.
In residence Jennifer shared a room with another girl, and after about 6 weeks this girl was going home for the weekend for some reason, and Jenny invited me to stay over for the weekend. The girl was going to be gone from the Friday till the Sunday evening, and I was welcome to stay over. I told my landlady I would not be home as a result just in case she would worry, and contact my mum, not that I thought that she would but you never know.
The Friday of that weekend was just like most Fridays, it started with us meeting at the pub to have a few drinks then going on to the dance where we would dance the night away. By this time I knew quite a few dances as well as becoming good at 'Jiving', (I think Americans called it 'Jitterbuging') and after we went out and found a convenient doorway to have our shag. After when we were ready John drove us back to the residence, and after some more goodnight kisses we got out of the car and went inside.
Jenny had a nice room for two on the second floor with two single beds, two small chest of drawers beside each one, a sink in the middle and a closet behind the door with a large mirror attached to it. Once inside we shed out coats and was to get ready for bed when she suggested we could take a bath. By this time it was after two o'clock in the morning and after our sex it felt like a good idea, so using my top coat as a robe and slipping on my shoes I followed her down the hall to where the toilets and bathroom were. There was no other sound of life so when she suggested we share a bath I agreed, (not that I would have argued anyway as I was still very shy and introverted.)