At the tender age of eighteen, your knowledge of sex was limited. True, you had heard the other girls in class boasting about what they had done, and to keep in with them, you had made up your own stories. But your knowledge was really what you had heard from other sources.
But there had been that time with Charlie. He had taken up to the point, and had been snogging, when you felt his hand moving up your skirt. Immediately you pulled it down, telling him that it was not a good time. As if he understood, he obliged, and said there would always be another rime. But there wasn't. You quickly found an excuse for finishing with him, rather than keep finding excuses for saying NO. You had decided to "save it" for when you got married.
But it all went wrong at the Beach Party to celebrate Christmas. The whole class was there, and for much of the evening the girls all stuck together, and of course, the usual topic was the centre of conversation.
Sally was bragging that she had had sex with most of the boys in the class, and was discussing techniques with some of the other girls who also said they had had it a few times. You kept pretty quiet during all this, not wanting to give away the fact that you were still a "virgin".
As the evening wore on the girls started to split up, and were dancing with the guys, though you could see that Sally was intent on adding to her collection of men, her tongue deep inside the mouth of one of the guys, his hands just brushing her breasts.
Deciding to get away from all this for a while, you decided to take a walk in the dunes, a place you often went to be alone. The dunes were a place of solitude, where you had studied for exams.