Birds of Paradise
I remembered my first time vividly. I think all girls do, probably boys as well. In a way it was a moment of weakness for me, or it might have been some deep need asserting itself. It was late summer and I'd gone to the party of school friend when it happened. I'd quietly turned eighteen a couple of months earlier making no fuss, but for Charlotte, Charlie, it was a far more exciting affair. A big party at her parents house while they were away. Charlie's parents trusted her and had given permission for their home to be invaded by a gang of about thirty teenagers. We were respectful people and there was little danger of the house being trashed by one of those Facebook style invasions you sometimes hear about. But what it lacked in outrageous behaviour it made up for in hormones. The girls exposing as much flesh as they dare and boys, young men, slavishly in awe of them. Each intent on attracting the other, each hoping to slip off to a private room with their prize. In Aus