When I was 18 I had an affair with my mums married best friend who was 34 at the time. I had wanted her for ages, we flirted a bit, but it was after we went to see titanic together that things sparked into life.

During the film she was crying and getting really into it, I squeezed her hand to comfort her, and we kept holding hands for the rest of the movie. Started out just clasped, but I could feel her breathing getting deeper, we kept stealing glances at one another, looking deep into each others eyes, lust written all over her face, and mirrored in mine. Our hands shifted, and when we came back together our fingers were intertwined, as lovers might, she rubbed the back of my hand, sending shivers through my body, a swelling in my jeans and I could feel the heat between her legs.

She lent her head on my shoulder, I softly kissed her head and breathed in her hair, we stayed close for the rest of the film, at the end we walked hand in hand until we hit the light and then went back to my car.

Having not long passed my driving test, I was quite nervous having this situation in my car, she kept her hand on my leg all the way to her street and the deep looks continuing.

By the time I pulled into the dark lay-by at her street I was about to burst, I parked the car, turned around and we held each other, looking deep at each other and drinking in the sexual tension between us, then like the clumsy teenager I was, I lunged for a kiss. Which she reciprocated, but pulled back, looked at me and whispered “no” @ I’m married, and your 18!” Before she pressed her lips to mine again and kissed me like a grown up for the first time…………….