I met Kevin at a church fete. I was fifteen and he was to become my first proper boyfriend. Although he was a year older he was just as naïve as I was. We had similar backgrounds, we where both only child's and our families had similar links to the church.

Looking back we never really did anything but I suppose, at the time, there was a lot of angst and guilt about the little we did. It was my first experience of French kissing, probably Kevin's too. I'd let him play with what little I had in the boob department, I still haven't got much now, but anything below the waist was strictly off limits.

It was all very weird to me, Kevin would get really excited, make a lot of funny moaning noises and then suddenly stop. I guess it was all just too much for him. But, back then, I just thought it was all rather odd. To be honest it never really did a lot for me. Well! not until that Saturday night.

My parents had gone out somewhere so we had the house to ourselves. Kevin had got himself really wound up and was coming on to me like someone demented. I was beginning to get really frightened. How many times I had to push his hand away, which only made him try harder, I have no idea. Eventually, he broke free and threw himself back on the sofa, in sheer exasperation I suppose. It was all very embarrassing and, to be honest, I just really wanted him to just go.

We sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Then Kevin muttered something that I didn't quite catch so I asked him what he said. I didn't think it was possible for his face to go any redder, but it did. I can't remember the exact words, but I got the meaning. If I wouldn't let him touch me then he wanted to see it. Now, here's the thing, you would think an innocent, I was certainly that, naïve, fifteen year old would be shocked to her core, but I wasn't and even weirder the idea of showing him actually got me very excited. I suppose it was the first time I'd actually got turned on.

So, I did it. I stood up, pulled down my jeans and pants, and showed him. He must have got a good eyeful sitting there. I was a late developer in the hair department so he had a clear view. And I felt so powerful. It's difficult to describe, for the first time in control, no longer a sweet little girl, but making this guy squirm. It was all incredibly weird, yet tremendously exciting.


Well, sorry to disappoint you all, but that's it. Nothing else happened. Well? Kevin squirmed about a bit, pushed his hand into his crotch and then collapsed. It was all over in less than a minute. But, here's the rub, you see I've never forgotten. And the idea of exposing myself really turns me on. I suppose you might call me a secret exhibitionist? Although, to be honest, I've never really done anything. I'd love it if my boyfriend suggested that I show him, masturbate in front of him, or just open my legs. But, he doesn't and you see the problem is I could never do it on my own, someone would have to ask. Weird I suppose? A psychiatrist would have a field day. I fantasize about earning a living as a stripper, my boobs would be the let down, but, of course, I'd never have the nerve. And perhaps that's why my favourite is sitting on my boyfriend's face?

He can see me then, you see.