I was 18 and had just started "playing" with boys. I'd taken a liking to a certain boy next door named Steven. Our mums frequently visited with each other and we would watch the telly or listen to his records together.
Anyway this day while our mums sat and gossiped over tea, we had gone down to his room to listen to music and hang out. We were sitting on the floor and began to have a bit of a snog.
I didn't want to be walked in on, so I crawled to the door and locked it. Just then my skirt was pushed up and my knickers pulled down and before I knew it I was having quite a good shag.
I had been with a few other boys but had never had it from behind and must admit I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that I was feeling no pain, at least not yet.
Our romp had just ended when I heard my mum call out that she was ready to leave. I fixed myself up and we walked out to the kitchen, suddenly my knees began to sting and felt like they were on fire. As we stood there Steven's mum asked me what's with that face, I guessed she could see the wince of pain and I quickly thought of a reasonable excuse. I said "Oh, I skinned my knees on the carpet looking through Steven's records." Both our mum's were silent for a moment then my mum said "You must have been looking very close because you seemed to have skinned your forehead as well."
I reached up and touched my forehead and when it began to burn too I almost fainted.
