How it all began

So, I guess it's about time I gave you a bit of background about us, our relationship and how we got into "the lifestyle". I suspect this is a story that will have to be told over several entries...we've been together for 14 years now, and were friends before that. And it's a good story - with lots of memorable moments and funny bits to share, so it's worth telling properly. So let's start at the very beginning: as Mary Poppins would say: it's a very good place to start...

I met Trist when I was at secondary school. He went to a private boys school and I went to the local mixed state school. There were sibling links between his group of friends and mine, so we'd met in passing many times and oddly we don't remember exactly when we first met. Us girls used to go along to his band's gigs, but he was in long term relationships and fairly quiet, so all I really noticed was his awesome guitar playing. I actually had a large crush on the lead singer, so no one else really registered at the time!

It was when we were a bit older that we began to get to know each other better. I'd finally got my first kiss out of the way (age 16) and had made up for lost time by being a bit of a kiss-slut and doing a spot of heavy petting here and there. I hadn't yet lost my virginity, but I was finally feeling a bit of confidence in myself and my looks and having a lot of fun - at long last I could talk to boys! I'd also got a part time job, so had a bit of money and therefore freedom from my parents. So we'd go to the pub, or hang out at our cool-friends-houses (their parents let us smoke weed!) and we'd chat and have a laugh. And that's when I noticed him. His mixture of intelligence and spazy humour, his passion for music, his sexy voice and long hair (always been a thing for me!), his subculture-fashionably slender boys frame, with the promise of broard shoulders to come, super bone structure and goatie beard. But even more than that, his kindness, genuine modesty and lack of conceit at his own brilliance. I quite quickly decided that I wanted him and not just for an evening or two. By now I'd lost my virginity ( I won't go into details here as this is a Whole Other Story!) but I'd never yet had a proper boyfriend and had no idea how to go about making someone love me.

So, I fell back on what I knew worked. At his next gig I got dolled-up and flirted my 17-year-old arse off! Now, I'm an extrovert, and a natural flirt with everyone, (once I had the confidence to reveal it!) and as such when I feel the need to up the ante I do not go for subtle! I danced suggestivly during his songs, as seemingly unselfconciously as I could, but the whole while hoping to catch his eye. I chatted brightly, laughed easily and flattered him shamelessly. And he did nothing. By now the guy would usually have taken the hint and be snogging my face off, but Trist just seemed oblivious. I turned it up a notch... I sat on his lap for Christ's sake!! And still NOTHING? This had never failed before; NEVER!!! I was baffled until along came John - that wonderful, terrible man who would become both Trist's and my best friend, and whom you will inevitably get to know better as you follow this blog. He gave me the best piece of advice I ever got: "if you like him, you're going to have to make the first move. He's way too shy to do it himself - just kiss him!" I was going to have to really put myself out there and risk utter rejection. I was going to have to kiss him!

So, I toned down the flirting a bit, and waited, heart pounding, untill we were alone. I was so nervous I stalled till the last possible moment, but as he leant down to give me a goodnight peck on the cheek, I did it. I kissed him... and he kissed me back! We spent another hour or so kissing and touching each other - a good old fashioned snogging, of the kind that is popular among teens and so often sadly lacking in grown-ups. No clothes were removed, but Trist's hands did find their way into my underwear, and things were pretty heated ;) Eventually though, we headed off to separate rooms, Trist to wank himself silly (I later discovered!) and I to sigh dreamily into my pillow, with tingling lips and the first flush of love...

Issy xx