Back when I was in my teens my friends and I all used to hang out at this one guy’s house on the weekend – he had an outbuilding with a pool table, some sofas etc set a little way from the house so perfect for teenage drinking and bad behaviour. It started when we were all underage, but as home drinking is much cheaper than a night out we carried on meeting there when we were adults too.
One night, when I was 18, it was pretty cold so there were plenty of coats and blankets around. I’d been sitting on one of the sofas next to a friend of mine (18M), when the cold got the better of me and we shifted round to cuddle up, me lying on his chest between his legs with a blanket covering the two of us. We’d never hooked up or anything before, it seemed perfectly platonic, and we carried on chatting, laughing and drinking with the group.